A disturbing, yet oddly compelling, diatribe about everyone’s
favorite cardboard and faux maple syrup late night source.
I have never understood pancakes or waffles, and yes they
are most definitely the same thing.
Eating two bites from one and I’m full, yet my stomach starts
to growl like it’s devoid of cheesy comestibles.
It’s the same feeling I get if I eat an empty cereal box.
When I worked down south I would eat at the local WH and
choke back some black coffee, grits, and home fries.
It wasn’t too bad, I’m still alive.
If you want to call it that…