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| The Great Pancake Caper of 99 |
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| West Clark |
I daresay this adventure/shortlived party trend could occupy a website of its own. It started harmlessly enough, as many things do. I made blueberry pancakes to help hangovers one morning. 18 hours later, Brian Bowen darted through the hallway, flinging day old pancakes into the room of semicomatose Club A...at that point, being Todd, puffPuff and I.
We were instantly renewed.
The wholesome homemade goodness of the flapjacks awhirl coupled with Bowen's high pitched laughter granted the trio inspiration and inspired a series of dastardly hijinxs.
LOOK:
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Blueberry stains on the ceiling
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Blueberry smears on puffPuff's car
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Blueberry pancakes in Razz's fly.
That's where I took it too far.
A tacit truce was arrived at that point. In my defense, Rich and Bobby shared the blame. And I talked Todd and Bowen out of throwing pancakes at cars passing by. And flat out vetoed the idea of using lawnmower fuel to set the road ablaze. For cars passing by.
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