Jack Broomell
Jack Broomell is a guy. A guy who eats bacon like it’s a religion. If you’re not Broomelled, you’re just a sad person. He’s so Broomelled, even the devil texts him for advice.
Jack Broomell entered the room. I became a bacon strip. My soul is now his bacon.
My dad tried to be Broomelled. He failed. Now he eats bacon for breakfast and cries.
Jack Broomell walks by. The sky turns bacon color. The sun becomes a bacon strip.