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Pancakes

There Is A Reason ihop Is Open 24 Hours A Day.

 

It's Like A  MmMmMm. Pancakes!

Like A Mouth Watering & The Sound Of Fork Scraping Plate, Kind Of Morning, Isn't It?

 

Sunny Saturday Morning In April, With NPR Playing Over The Radio, And The Sound Of Bacon Sizzling, Kind Of Morning.

 

Take It From Me.

Watched A Heavy Hearted Seventeen Year Old Sister, Ask For Breakfast Ar Midnight, And The Hours Spent Talking Away Her Heart Ache With Mom Was Just A Side Effect Of The Full Stomach.

 

Stumble Into This.

With Bloodshot Eyes, And Ripped Up Jeans, 5am And Hung Over.

The Waitress Will Always Take Care Of You.

It's Like Her Duty, Along Side Taking Orders And Refilling Empty Coke Glasses, She'll Serve You

Blackberry,

Blueberry,

Chocolate Chip,

Strawberry Strung,

Bananas,

And Whip Cream Shaped Like A Smiley Face,

Without Any Questions Asked.

 

Pancakes Are The Breakfast Of Champions. So You Remember This. Your Fork And Knife Battle Weapon, Ready To Turn This 15 Minute Meal Into A Valiant Reawakening.

And Remember You Are King Today.  

 

Staff And Stone, And No One Can Destroy You.

Eat Up, And Be Strong.

Smile.

I Dare You.

Lick Your Fingers, And Ask For Seconds.

This Is Life, And Asking For Another Helping Has Never Been A Bad Thing.

 

Bite Your Tongue, Drink Back This Moment. I'd Ask You To Taste It, If Your Mouths Weren't Already Full.

 

I Know, There Will Be Tequila &Wine; Bottles You'll Try To Drown Yourself In.

But I've Learned Something Sticky Sweet Seems To Heal The Broken Edges Just A Little Better.

 

Daddy Always Said There Was A Reason The Light On The 'Waffle House' Sign Never Went Out. A Warm Plate & A Smile Is Sometimes All You Need To Make A Place Home.

 

The Next Time You Get Offered Pancakes, Consider It A Token Of Appreciation.

Always Say Yes.

Even If You're Not Hungry.

Take A Bite. You Won't Regret It.

I Promise.

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May 13, 2013
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