With my recent trauma I know there has been talk of the future of the pancakes.
There will be pancakes “Bob” damn it!
I can (mostly) walk! It’s a miracle!
My hip has been ruptured already!
The yetis need their sustenance for the ritual X-Day drill. Though this year it might not be a drill. Who knows, maybe the kook Harold Camping primed the pump as it were. Maybe the X-ists will come this year.
Maybe it’s 1998!
Maybe… in less than three weeks time the world will end… On July 5th 1998 the world will end. This time for sure!
We’ll show the world who the real kooks are. And we’ll be camping!
But at least there will be slack-jacks.