Mmm, a machine that dispenses pancakes, like an automat but exclusively for the perfect brunch. Sometimes I wish I was tiny so I could sleep on a fluffy, warm, short stack, and then eat my way all the way down. Does that make me brilliant, mentally ill, or, like, *this close* to morbid obesity?

Eliot Glazer about 2 years ago

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