Chunks of Whipped Swan
What are the two best things in the world?
Thats right. Pancakes and Poker.
Well tonight, the two best things were combined to create the most ultimate thing that ever was. Its called pancake-poker! The sport of fat lazy kings...
basically, it was a poker night at the pancake parlour on all you can eat tuesdays. So we had the tension of high stakes poker (we bet like 5 bucks each!) combined with the gluttony of endless butter soaked pancakes. I ended up eating 10 i think.
After i came second in controversial circumstances, we played another card game, which i lost. The punishment was interesting. You see, we figured out that the pancake parlour was covering our pancakes in whipped butter to make them more filling, so that customers couldnt abuse the all you can eat policy. To counter this evil plan we decided to scrape the butter off into a bowl all night, and thus collected a shiteload of it. The loser of this second card game got to either eat a whole bunch of the butter or mould a swan out of it. I chose the swan option, and as i was massaging my hands through the clumps of butter my phone rang. I quickly cleaned my hands and tried to answer it. It stopped ringing. So i put my hands back in the butter. It starts ringing again. JESUS!
Anyway, i got the swan done, and then the other guys held up a scorecard to show what they thought of it. The asses gave me about 47 out of 100. It was a good fucking swan, considering i was moulding it out of slimy old whipped butter! SERIOUSLY, SHOW SOME CONSIDERATION! They thought it was so crap that i should have to eat the butter as punishment.
Had i actually done so, i may not have lived to tell the tale.
Thats right. Pancakes and Poker.
Well tonight, the two best things were combined to create the most ultimate thing that ever was. Its called pancake-poker! The sport of fat lazy kings...
basically, it was a poker night at the pancake parlour on all you can eat tuesdays. So we had the tension of high stakes poker (we bet like 5 bucks each!) combined with the gluttony of endless butter soaked pancakes. I ended up eating 10 i think.
After i came second in controversial circumstances, we played another card game, which i lost. The punishment was interesting. You see, we figured out that the pancake parlour was covering our pancakes in whipped butter to make them more filling, so that customers couldnt abuse the all you can eat policy. To counter this evil plan we decided to scrape the butter off into a bowl all night, and thus collected a shiteload of it. The loser of this second card game got to either eat a whole bunch of the butter or mould a swan out of it. I chose the swan option, and as i was massaging my hands through the clumps of butter my phone rang. I quickly cleaned my hands and tried to answer it. It stopped ringing. So i put my hands back in the butter. It starts ringing again. JESUS!
Anyway, i got the swan done, and then the other guys held up a scorecard to show what they thought of it. The asses gave me about 47 out of 100. It was a good fucking swan, considering i was moulding it out of slimy old whipped butter! SERIOUSLY, SHOW SOME CONSIDERATION! They thought it was so crap that i should have to eat the butter as punishment.
Had i actually done so, i may not have lived to tell the tale.
posted by Max | 12:12 am
1 Comments:
Max,
You HAVE to update this journal. Stalking you has become pretty boring as of late...
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