A Day in the Life of BaconSalt

March 31st, 2008 at 1:00 pm · 23 Comments

Success! After a week of guarding my mailbox from polar bears and school children, my free BaconSalt has arrived. Could $12 of pork-flavored seasoning be worth the plethora of free name drops and podcast endorsements?

Let’s put it to the test!

I unwrapped the box to find the standard three flavors of BaconSalt, plus their very own cozy carrying case! I thought it was odd that not even two shakers would completely fit inside of it.

The first item up for extra flavoring: taters. Not having a clue as to what quantity of BaconSalt to use, I took the whole shaker up to my room. This ended up being a great combination of potato and love.

The next victim was tomato soup. As you can see, I let the shaker cook the food this time. What a slob.

Tomato Soup + BaconSalt = Loss for Words. It ended up tasting like a juicy, tender pig rolled in watery spaghetti. Delicious!

It appears these scramble eggs may have contracted herpes, but in fact, it’s just the scrumptious disease of BaconSalt. This one-two punch is actually recommended right on the label. Spot on.

My roommate, Groaner, had a slice of bacon pizza leftover from the previous night. The temptation was just too powerful to resist. After taking one bite, his sperm count grew by 20%.

No. This is wrong. Next picture please.

Being a poor college student, not a lot of food was at my disposal for taste testing. Instead, I decided to find it’s true value to the household.

Working as a team, BaconSalt does an incredible job at household chores.

Alas, even the simple task of washing a month’s worth of dishes seemed overwhelming.

Taking out the trash ended up being a major problem. The smell of old bacon going out with the new was too much to bear for ol’ Peppered here.

After the slave labor, I gave the boys a quick Wii break. You’d expect seasonings of this caliber to kick ass at video games, but unfortunately, this was not the case. Even BaconSalt looks stupid playing Cooking Mama.

Oh no! The thrill of violent video games went straight to their sealed-for-freshness heads. They picked a fight with a local seasoning gang. Never bring a can opener to a knife fight.

Eventually the situation cooled down, and everyone went out to get plastered. BaconSalt does not know the meaning of ‘please drink responsibly’.

Well, after a long day, I let the little guys go off to bed to dream of ground pigs. Good night, sleep tight. Don’t let the bed bugs bite.

No, really. If any f*cking bed bug eats one flake of my BaconSalt, I’m taking a flamethrower to my mattress.

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