
I just finished walking two fucking miles through the mountains of North Carolina only to find the ending point of my destination closed for business.
I did this not just once, but twice. Once on Saturday, and again a second time on Sunday.
You might ask — at what precise hour of the day were my two excursions?
My first venture ended at 2:20 pm. My second venture was completed at 1:05 pm.
Question: What kind of fucking pancake house padlocks its front doors at 1:05!
I’ll tell you precisely what pancake house. Stick around. Grab a chair. Pop some popcorn. Better yet — make some pancakes!
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