I picked out a few of my favorites. Enjoy.
"I picked these up on an impulse, tired of sporting Dora and Strawberry Shortcake bandages over my manly shaving-related mutilations. Just an impulse, good for a few chuckles, but I'm glad I did.
I like these bacon bandages. I love bacon, it makes everything tastier. You ever have scallops wrapped in bacon? Or, where I grew up, we had the francheezie, a quarter-pound dog, split up and filled with cheese, and wrapped with bacon. I love the idea of garnishing myself with bacon, and all it symbolizes. To my kosher cousins, the bacon serves as a slight, a defiant declaration that I will not be laden down by dogma and delusion. To my vegan brothers and sisters, the bacon is a visible symbol of my dishonor, a white-meat scarlet letter confessing my lack of grit: "I'm with you in spirit, comrades, but the flesh is weak."
I'm so fond of these band-aids that it's a little bit of a downer when my wounds heal up. I eagerly anticipate paper cuts. I'm actually contemplating getting a bacon tattoo. Let me know what you think."
I like these bacon bandages. I love bacon, it makes everything tastier. You ever have scallops wrapped in bacon? Or, where I grew up, we had the francheezie, a quarter-pound dog, split up and filled with cheese, and wrapped with bacon. I love the idea of garnishing myself with bacon, and all it symbolizes. To my kosher cousins, the bacon serves as a slight, a defiant declaration that I will not be laden down by dogma and delusion. To my vegan brothers and sisters, the bacon is a visible symbol of my dishonor, a white-meat scarlet letter confessing my lack of grit: "I'm with you in spirit, comrades, but the flesh is weak."
I'm so fond of these band-aids that it's a little bit of a downer when my wounds heal up. I eagerly anticipate paper cuts. I'm actually contemplating getting a bacon tattoo. Let me know what you think."
"I thought this was going to be a fun item but boy had I thought wrong. The product arrived as promised, looked like bacon but little did I know that it was cursed. Shortly after the bandages arrived, I rolled my ankle on an acorn & fell hands and knees first on the sidewalk. "Good thing I have my new bacon bandages", I thought. I applied the bandages to all of my affected areas as directed and headed back out to face the world like a walking meat cooler.
About three blocks from home I saw this real sketchy looking guy standing by a dumpster naked. So I pulled out my cell phone to get a picture to Tweet and this crackhead guy come running at me! I tried to hit send & run at the same time, but considering my prior injuries, it just wasn't going so good. This guy must have been on bath salts or something because when he caught me, he tried eating my knees & hands. I guess the bacon looked too real. Luckily another naked guy on bath salts tried to get my bacon bandages too, and they started fighting each other which gave me my out. I ain't ever wearing bacon bandages again."
"What's wrong with using raw meat to cover your wounds? This is a poor imitation of the actual healing properties of bacon."
"This thing may seem like a cute little novelty item, but it can ruin your life. I being a very big bacon fan thought it was pretty cool and ordered myself a box. Well low and behold I get a cut on my forearm and decide to use it. I start my day of work and everything goes well, I get a few laughs from my coworkers and I think nothing of it. Well come after lunch we have a meeting with a big client for our firm, I being a junior member was not supposed to be in the meeting. However after they decided to bring the client to my desk because apparently we graduated from the same University, that's where everything went wrong. I got up to shake the woman's hand, extended my arm, but she didn't take it. Instead she stared at my forearm for an awkward moment or two. Then she looked up at me with this venomous glare and spit at me. She screeched at me about offering an unclean hand to her and that the band aid was terribly offensive. I apologized to her profusely and pleaded to her playing the Alma mater card. She had none of it. And continued to scream, and finally stormed out the building. My supervisor fired me on the spot... well after a 30 minute rant about how I had lost the company 25 million dollars. Also it makes you entirely too hungry all day."
"These bacon bandages are so realistic that they may cause secondary injuries. I applied a bacon bandage to moderate cut on my left thumb and within 2 hours, 4 people attempted to bite me. These bites required more bacon bandages, which, in turn , were responsible for more bites. The amount of bites per bandage applied rose exponentially to the point where I may die from blood loss. I am in desperate need of some liver and onion bandages as these would be appealing only to geriatrics who would be easily fought off."
