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I'm always mindfucked by The Alaskan Pancake Pile Driver Upside Down Milk Machine
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Red.
Can you tell me if your canoe is stuck in a tree with the headlights on, how many pancakes does it take to get to the moon?
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You begin by violently banging a hooker in the ass from behind, and I mean VIOLENTY! Pull out, flip her over on her back, and put her feet behind her ears like she’s in the “Happy Baby” yoga pose. Once she’s in this position and her balloon knot is exposed to the sky, sit on her so your holes are aligned like the stars. Using her as your own personal toilet, purge your bowels into her back alley. Now slide your schlong back into her poop chute and continue ramming until you blow your jizzy load into her exhaust pipe . Have the hooker do jumping jacks for about 30 seconds to mix it all up, but make sure she’s flexing that sphincter. You don’t wanna lose that ooey-gooey goodness before you can get a pan to catch it.
Refrigerate for at least 90 minutes. Now this newly created "batter" can then be baked to make lumberjack pancakes.
Me and my buddy Tally found a skank on Las Vegas boulevard and paid her $50 to let us make some batter. In the morning we made lumberjack pancakes for the boys. Happy, Flank, Fanny, and E enjoyed a delicious homemade breakfast.
1. A cheap alternative to date night in which a couple stays home, choosing instead to cook and eat a dinner of homemade pancakes together by candlelight.
2. The act of when, during group sex of some level (threesome, foursome, etc.), the participating members of the orgy pile atop each other, while an assisting third party covers said orgy pile in butter and maple syrup.
1. Connor and I are trying to save money, so for date night, instead of going to a fancy restaurant, we are having a Romantic Pancake Night.
2. Deciding to end their double-date with a Romantic Pancake Night, Tom, Sarah, Mike, and Holly called Dave so he could lather them in butter and maple syrup.
To liquify things in acid, likely people.
Sorry I was muted for so long, I was busy buttering pancakes.
A sign of true desperation. When you're so hungry/desperate you just say fuckit and make pancakes on your fucking floor, you vile creature.
The secret ingredient in Hunter's floor pancakes was dirt.
Brittney: cold pancakes are the best wdym