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Thursday, 19 January 2012

3 minutes from pancakes
I don't want to use the actual word (rhymes with "corn", begins with "p") because this post is liable to get tons of traffic from those looking for rather unwholesome entertainment. Not that there's anything wrong with it; however, that's not what this post is about, and there's no sense in disappointing tens of thousands of people, right? So, I'll use a random code word as a catch-all - how about "pancake"?

Ever get the feeling, when looking at old pictures from around the 70s, that the people in the photographs are about ten seconds from making pancakes? It was the sexual revolution, Boomers are in their prime, and social/moral constraints were kicked to the curb.... it was prime time to have sex without regard for consequence. In other words, there's a damn good reason you get that uneasy feeling looking at these pictures, life itself was always within minutes of becoming a giant pancake.


Those who've done time in prison can attest to the all encompassing feeling that, at any given second, things could erupt into violence.  Those who've been on the front lines in the military can verify that there is an unabating feeling that, at any second, you could be under attack.  And those that lived in the seventies can attest to the fact that, at any given moment, things could erupt into pancakes.

Like England Dan and John Ford Coley would say, "I'm not talking about moving in, and I don't want to change your life. But there's a warm wind blowing, the stars are out and I'd really love to see you tonight."  In other words, forget commitment, let's screw.

Let's take a look at some pictures that appear to have been taken only moments before making pancakes. Discerning readers will note that many come from pancake magazines; however, many do not - and I'll not tell which is which. Suffice it to say, the entire decade was essentially one big pancake magazine.

An innocent cup of tea shared among too friends?.... or an appetizer before pancakes.



There's simply too much liquor on the table for this to lead anywhere but pancakes.

Gladys and Larry show the Johnston's their (A) 8mm film of their trip to Bermuda or (B) homemade pancakes?

Want some whiskey in your water
Sugar in your tea
What's all these crazy questions they askin' me
This is the craziest party there could ever be
Don't turn on the lights, 'cause I don't want to see
- Mama Told Me Not To Come by Three Dog Night

Jack captures a sweet peck on the cheek from Gary's girlfriend - a photograph the couple will treasure as they get older..... or, perhaps, it's just a prelude to pancakes.

A nice little party winds down.... or seconds before there's some serious pancake batter all over that nice shag?

 It's only a matter of time before this pitiful little game of putt-putt becomes nothing but a big sweaty pancake.


These young adults are just having some harmless fun playing with little race cars.... and yet my Spidey Sense is still tingling, telling me pancakes are in their near future.

This appears to be a harmless meeting between a trio of young hip kids.... but something tells me that, by the eighth frame, it'll be nothing but pancakes.


Why am I getting the sneaking suspicion that the only things these ladies are interested in buying are pancakes?

At first glance, this looks like an ordinary day at the Regal Beagle... but then you notice the chick on the right isn't wearing pants. That's what you wear when you've got a hankering for pancakes.

You know what would go good with that lemonade?.......... pancakes.

The House Special tonight.... pancakes.


Sweet Lord. If this doesn't lead to pancakes, then nothing will.

Well, that's all for now. I think we've successfully diverted those seeking an x rated post; however, I can't help but feel sorry for all those led here looking for actual pancake recipes. To those people, I offer my sincere apologies.

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