Two turntables and a microphone
The Legend of the KTT2 Poster âPussy Baconâ
In the early, lawless days of KTT2âwhen threads rose and fell in minutes and every post was a gamble between brilliance and complete idiocyâthere appeared a user whose name alone unsettled the order of things: p**** bacon.
No one knew when he first registered. Some claimed he had been there from the siteâs creation, lurking before the first thread was even posted. Others swore he simply appeared one day, mid-discussion, as if dropped into existence.
His first post was not insightful. It was not funny. It was not even coherent.
It was just:
âpussy baconâ
At first, it was ignored. Then quoted. Then mocked.
But he did not stop.
Thread after threadâalbum debates, fashion posts, late-night confessionsâhe would arrive, leave the same phrase (or some slight mutation of it), and vanish. No explanation. No engagement. No defence.
Users tried to bait him:
âExplain yourself.â
âWhat does it mean?â
âAre you broken?â
He never replied.
Days passed. Then weeks.
Something strange began to happen.
People started anticipating him. A long thread would feel incomplete without his appearance. When hours went by without a sighting, users grew uneasyâas if some ritual had gone unfulfilled.
Then came The Night of the Great Thread.
A massive discussionâhundreds of pagesâspiralled into chaos. Arguments collapsed into nonsense, memes devoured meaning, and the forum seemed on the brink of eating itself.
And then, at the height of it:
He posted.
But this time, it was different.
Not just the phraseâbut a full paragraph. Still absurd. Still incomprehensible. But longer. Stranger. Almost⊠intentional.
The thread stopped.
For a momentâjust a momentâeveryone read.
And in that silence, something shifted. The chaos broke. The thread died, not in flames, but in confusion.
After that, his appearances grew rarer.
Some say he achieved what he came forâthat he proved any space, no matter how structured, could be undone by pure nonsense repeated with conviction.
Others claim he was banned, quietly, without ceremony.
A few insist heâs still there.
Lurking.
Waiting for the right thread.
And every now and then, when a discussion starts to spiral beyond saving, someone will post it againâ
Not as a joke.
But as a kind of invocation:
âpussy baconâ
Yes thank you

only acceptable version of white dude wit ukelele
P**** Bacon and I are actually great friends behind the scenes. Weâre regularly at brunch together, discussing the challenges of having it all in the modern world as two millennial girl bosses. Everything you read online is just show biz
Gonna butcher the spelling of their usernames, but whatever happened to Chinx & Ssaurus?
Those 2 were my dawgs
only acceptable version of white dude wit ukelele
Even if Abraham Lincoln had jammed a sick uke?
Even if Abraham Lincoln had jammed a sick uke?
my opps would never catch me on a theater i tell u that muche
I'll always remember listening to Yeezus for the first time at our campsite at Bonnaroo or hearing 30 Hours for the first time roaming around on a cruise ship
I hate how these nerdy white boys are rolling the album out for him.
getting my stomach pumped before billy (abortion)
damn you're bullying that fetus