So yesterday I went out for breakfast.
Just a local place, not The
International House of Pancakes.
As I ate I thought about The International
House of Pancakes.
A house.
Of pancakes.
Think about that for a second.
A house...of PANCAKES!!
An international house.
Of pancakes.
It's a gas, gas, gas!
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"It's over for us. If this oil comes ashore, it's just over for us," Rowell said angrily, rubbing his forehead. "Nobody wants no oily shrimp."
2 comments:
So IANO loves IHOP?
My late mother-in-law loved IHOP
She was a pig.
How about IANO?
To sum up: It Ain't No IHOP.
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