For some reason Jack decided to paint his fingernails this morning, burn the **** out of his hand on a hot iron skillet, and fry up a delicious meal of succulent bacon for his stoned wife, Susan.
That ***** is eye'in my bacon... She's going to try to eat some of it I know. Good thing I can knock her out with this iron skillet to protect the true love of my life. Mmmmmmm. Bacon.