A wise man opened a diner. He served nano-pancakes, psycho-pancakes, astro-pancakes, turbo-pancakes, and robo-bacon. Was he really wise, or did he just like prefixes? I shot him, so we'll never know.
Since the days of yore (and maybe even as far back as pre-yore) there have been plentiful proverbs about fish and dogs and bread and testicles--but not many about pancakes. I'm here to fill that gap.
All pancake pics are by poet, photographer, and knitting-needle ninja Heather Moore Niver.
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