MORE SEEDERS PLEASE! WANT IT BY TONIGHT!
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...you want WHAT by tonight?
PANCAKES... AND LOADS OF THEM!!!
(Don't forget the lossless sugar!)
(Don't forget the lossless sugar!)
Im seeding all I can man, we just dont have the power!!
...yeah...easy does it...!
[QUOTE][QUOTENAME]<font size="1">Ðon Gerolamo</font> wrote: [/QUOTENAME]PANCAKES... AND LOADS OF THEM!!!
(Don't forget the lossless sugar!)[/QUOTE]
Of course! But I don't mind lossy butter - as long as it's the only option.
(Don't forget the lossless sugar!)[/QUOTE]
Of course! But I don't mind lossy butter - as long as it's the only option.
LOSSY BUTTER!?!?!? OH NO I HATE LOSSY BUTTER PLEASE NO I HATE THAT STUFF! DON'T YOU DARE TO POST A THING LIKE THAT ON THIS WEBSITE! LOSSY BUTTER IS FOR NOOBS!!!!!!!!
lol! Screw you, man. Lossy butter is better than no butter at all. How ungrateful! I hate all of you pancake collectors. You all make me sick.
COLLECTOR!?!? WHAT AN INSULT! I AM A PANCAKE HOARDER!
I stand corrected!
As long as you don't stand on my pancakes I accept your lame excuse...
I'll stand where I want, beeotch.
Here's A Story about Pancakes for ya...
He sat around and looked at it for a while: Bubblegum.
It was nothing like the stuff that he used to chew on during those long lost middle school softball games or the stuff that his girlfriend would always chew on for hours.
When the original Dubble Bubble came out back in the 60s people stopped and asked what that stuff really was all about. A few decades later we all chewed on that sticky stuff in its many variations: Big League Chew, Bubble Yum and Bubblicious. You could not be a proud adolescent in Orange Country without one in your mouth. The same rang true for Osh Kosh Wisconsin.
But this is not a story about this kind of bubblegum.
Originally invented in a small Indiana farm right outside of Kokomo, developed in New England and perfected in the Netherlands, Bubblegum was the highly sweet scented strain of marijuana that was nothing like he ever smoked before.
At first he considered buying a bag of the typical White Widow or the Purple Haze but the Irish guy at the counter insisted. He had a large tattoo across his right shoulder. He seemed like a friendly type at first. But then again, most people were friendly around Dutch coffee shops. The guy claimed that the tasty bubblegum won the prestigious High Times Cannabis Cup in both 1994 and 1999. Who could argue with professionals when you are a mere amateur?
But this story was never about Marijuana. The story was and still is about pancakes, Dutch pancakes. Dutch pancakes were nothing like the kind your grandma made on Sunday mornings right before you went to church. They were much sweeter. They had chocolate on top along with crushed nuts and bananas. They did not have any maple around these parts. They did not come with grandma's soft kisses. The Dutch wore orange shirts and preferred mayo with their french fries. The Dutch hated the Germans, the Belgians and the French. But this was never a story about international relations or about ketchup.
After he finished his pancake meal May told Freddie that he was never coming back. They spent more than three years together and now all of the sudden he laid the news on him, just like that. He watched him move slowly out the door and finished off the rest of his pancakes with four quick bites.
A man can never deal well with rejection. Such matters were always difficult. No one likes to have his heart broken especially when it comes to a man like May.
But this story was never intended to deal with May, breakups or Marijuana.
This is a story about pancakes. Dutch pancakes. Think About It.
He sat around and looked at it for a while: Bubblegum.
It was nothing like the stuff that he used to chew on during those long lost middle school softball games or the stuff that his girlfriend would always chew on for hours.
When the original Dubble Bubble came out back in the 60s people stopped and asked what that stuff really was all about. A few decades later we all chewed on that sticky stuff in its many variations: Big League Chew, Bubble Yum and Bubblicious. You could not be a proud adolescent in Orange Country without one in your mouth. The same rang true for Osh Kosh Wisconsin.
But this is not a story about this kind of bubblegum.
Originally invented in a small Indiana farm right outside of Kokomo, developed in New England and perfected in the Netherlands, Bubblegum was the highly sweet scented strain of marijuana that was nothing like he ever smoked before.
At first he considered buying a bag of the typical White Widow or the Purple Haze but the Irish guy at the counter insisted. He had a large tattoo across his right shoulder. He seemed like a friendly type at first. But then again, most people were friendly around Dutch coffee shops. The guy claimed that the tasty bubblegum won the prestigious High Times Cannabis Cup in both 1994 and 1999. Who could argue with professionals when you are a mere amateur?
But this story was never about Marijuana. The story was and still is about pancakes, Dutch pancakes. Dutch pancakes were nothing like the kind your grandma made on Sunday mornings right before you went to church. They were much sweeter. They had chocolate on top along with crushed nuts and bananas. They did not have any maple around these parts. They did not come with grandma's soft kisses. The Dutch wore orange shirts and preferred mayo with their french fries. The Dutch hated the Germans, the Belgians and the French. But this was never a story about international relations or about ketchup.
After he finished his pancake meal May told Freddie that he was never coming back. They spent more than three years together and now all of the sudden he laid the news on him, just like that. He watched him move slowly out the door and finished off the rest of his pancakes with four quick bites.
A man can never deal well with rejection. Such matters were always difficult. No one likes to have his heart broken especially when it comes to a man like May.
But this story was never intended to deal with May, breakups or Marijuana.
This is a story about pancakes. Dutch pancakes. Think About It.
Oh, I know all about your Dutch pancakes. We do that stuff over here, too.
Yay for hijacking a thread!
Yay for hijacking a thread!
What!? I'm hijacking a thread? What about you? Like you have something sensible to say here... You're the man yeah you can do anything around here (sarcasm.................................)
Why don't you share another 'common' recording and be proud of it right...
I prefer pancakes to Queen stuff!
Why don't you share another 'common' recording and be proud of it right...
I prefer pancakes to Queen stuff!