I believe I was born with the tendency to be hamsexual. My mother inadvertently contributed to my hamsexuality
by enticing me early on with her overprotective need to "put some meat on my bones" with hot sizzling bacon in
the morning. But, actually, I blame JWs for my full blown hamsexuality. I recall it well: weiner roasts with the "friends"
at Brother Likestocook's. He would sashay around the campfire holding a pork sausage or weiner (not the beef kind)
precariously balanced on the end of a sharp stick letting it slowly cook over the open fire while I hungrily watched it begin
to drip with that special greasiness that only a really good brand of bun size pork weiner can accomplish. Just when I
thought the thing would explode, he would grin at me and ask me to open my bun and he slowly slid the weiner off the
stick into the warm softness of my bread. Yep! that was when I realized pork was the only way to go!