Books. Bikes. Boomsticks.
What this planet needs is a twenty-foot flying predator.
Today is National Pancake Day. You can have the eggs and whatever they throw in the skillet. I will have big ass stack of pancakes fried in bacon grease. YUMMY!!!!
They're fun to say...more fun to eat!
I would kill for a big platter of Huevos Rancheros in my neck of the woods. Maybe there actually was something worthwhile during my 10 years in the hell that is Sacramento...
Last time I had Huevos Rancheros was with chourizo sausage so hot I suffered for an hour, then again about 5 hours later. It was down on Fisherman's Wharf, opposite the nicely restored Libery Ship Jeremiah O'Brien, which, sadly, I didn't have enough time to visit. Something about being late for a wedding rehearsal. Some folks have no sense of proportion. It might have been the third of a bottle of tabasco...
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