Your national pancake is a mix of flour, oil, and perhaps butter, fried in a pan until it is delicious.
My regional pancake begins as the scrapings of a old man's hind leg. Specifically the part of Walter that is dying faster than the rest of his body.
It is not fried, rather it is "sun fried" meaning left in the sun with an expired mayonnaise coating. It takes weeks to prepare.
We garnish my pancake to taste with WD40 and squirrel droppings.
No one in my region dreams at night without dreaming of our regional pancake.
Our regional pancake ran for Mayor, and as a result, we have no office of the Mayor.
A man once put regional pancakes in his shoes and they made him run away from his dog. His dog, who loved the man, knew it was better to let him go.
Our regional pancake is the middle child of eight children and some day hopes to start a small business that rents bounce houses.
My regional pancake has so many diseases and parasites it actually is cleaner than your national pancake. Yes, and it is 50% off for this week only.
COME ON BY FOR A VISIT!!
Sunday, November 12, 2006
The difference between your national pancake and my regional pancake
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