Gary Allen must have returned from his ice cave at the North Pole or something because he sent this last night after sending me nothing, nothing (Ugats, aright?) for almost a month. I don't mean to sound ungrateful though, for this amuses us very much.
Not sure why one could not just hang a strip of real bacon from the mirror though. As long as you took if down when you parked in the sun it shouldn't drip fat all over the dashboard and probably smells better than this fake stuff.