Y'all know how much pancakes mean to me, and it's slightly wacky, which is one of my strengths, so what do you think of an IHOP 35th?
I don't know what's up with me trying to think of wacky things to do. I don't think anyone thinks it's as funny as I do. Not everyone gets it.
You know who gets it? My dad. And you people who keep coming back for more. My step-mom has to talk my dad out of doing wacky things all the time. Like the time he wanted to put a giant fish (or was it Rolling Stone lips?) on the back of the bathroom door to freak out guests. I was totally for it, but we got vetoed. We have wacky DNA.
Being deliberately unusual all the time is hard. Sometimes I just don't have any wacky left to give. I think now is one of those times.
I'm all out of fresh wacky. I'll be over here being usual if you need me.
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