Never attribute to malice what can be explained by plain old dumbfuckery. These podunk inbreds may do it for kicks (some of them are definitely malicious enough), but I think it’s pretty likely that they got someone named Cooter to do the final installation.
This information is brought to you by a drunk that looks like he could be named Cooter. Or possibly Cletus.
I knew beggin’ strips were way before, but I remember a brief period where there were bacon mints, bacon soap, bacon soda, bacon candy, bacon tattoos…bacon everything. I want to say it wasn’t long after a whole bunch of folks were getting those mustache tattoos on their fingers but I’m getting older and my perception of time is warped.