When the subject of my eventual demise comes up- and I try to keep these occasions to a minimum- I usually try to deflect the discussion by waxing philosophical about "death by blonde". If I'm surrounded by other men, I usually get the knowing smile and nod that says, "Yes, you are wise beyond your years, Grasshopper...." While dying of a heart attack while being carnally attended to by several members of the Swedish Bikini Team might seem the stuff of dreams, I'm here to tell you that I've found a method for shedding my mortal coil that, well, sets my mouth to watering.
I'm speaking, of course, of the Bacon Cheese Weave. Yes, because nothing quite says "Take me, Jesus!! I'm all yours!!" quite like the melding of two of Nature's most perfect foods: cheese and bacon. Just thinking about it makes me hungry...though I've never (yet) had the pleasure of subjecting treating myself to this monument to Guy Cuisine.
Man, if I'm ever in a position where I have to select a last meal, I think I'd start with a Bacon Cheese Weave and a nice Riesling...and for dessert, I'd have a tub of Blue Bell's Key Lime Pie Ice Cream. What...like I'm going to worry about cholesterol??
