My friend Dave and I were sunk into a couple of wingbacks smoking some illegal cigars and drinking 21 year old Bushmill's when someone mentioned a local restaurant that makes great meatloaf. They make it in muffin tins and call their result a meatmuffin (which is the nick name of my third girlfriend). There was a long pause wherein Dave and I stared off into the thick smoke while we absorbed the genius of a meatmuffin and allowed the image to rattle around in our craniums and we suddenly realized we could improve this thing by lining the muffin tins with bacon.
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