No, don't bother. There is no use debating. There's nothing I love more than stuffing those little circles of buttery fluffiness down my throat so they can live in my arteries forever. At school people who came over usually left with a full stomach and sticky syrup fingers. Everyone has their "thing" and pancakes are my fucking "thing", baby. The best part? It's mutual.
Today I was reading Gizmodo and I saw something that will change my life. A fully automated pancake machine (I love pancakes, remember?) and it only costs $3,000.
This baby cranks out jesuscakes like a mini assembly line of breakfast fairies who want nothing but to keep you satisfied. I could see it now: fill with a copious amount of batter, go to class, come back 6 hours later and have 400 pancakes to eat. Whatever is left over can be used as a mattress.
God I want this thing.
