|3 minutes from pancakes|
Ever get the feeling, when looking at old pictures from around the 70s, that the people in the photographs are about ten seconds from making pancakes? It was the sexual revolution, Boomers are in their prime, and social/moral constraints were kicked to the curb.... it was prime time to have sex without regard for consequence. In other words, there's a damn good reason you get that uneasy feeling looking at these pictures, life itself was always within minutes of becoming a giant pancake.
Those who've done time in prison can attest to the all encompassing feeling that, at any given second, things could erupt into violence. Those who've been on the front lines in the military can verify that there is an unabating feeling that, at any second, you could be under attack. And those that lived in the seventies can attest to the fact that, at any given moment, things could erupt into pancakes.
Like England Dan and John Ford Coley would say, "I'm not talking about moving in, and I don't want to change your life. But there's a warm wind blowing, the stars are out and I'd really love to see you tonight." In other words, forget commitment, let's screw.
Want some whiskey in your water- Mama Told Me Not To Come by Three Dog Night
Sugar in your tea
What's all these crazy questions they askin' me
This is the craziest party there could ever be
Don't turn on the lights, 'cause I don't want to see
These young adults are just having some harmless fun playing with little race cars.... and yet my Spidey Sense is still tingling, telling me pancakes are in their near future.
Why am I getting the sneaking suspicion that the only things these ladies are interested in buying are pancakes?
Sweet Lord. If this doesn't lead to pancakes, then nothing will.
Well, that's all for now. I think we've successfully diverted those seeking an x rated post; however, I can't help but feel sorry for all those led here looking for actual pancake recipes. To those people, I offer my sincere apologies.