My partner’s flipping awesome,
though their flipping isn’t great.
Whenever they make pancakes,
they don’t end up on the plate.
The ceiling, counter, floor, sure.
All those places and some more.
Most we dust off,
chop up,
chomp on anyway.
Nothing better than pancakes with them
on a rainy, lazy Saturday.
Lesson #15
Intricate inter-mob revenge plots – involving your grandma, flooding their house, and then rescuing them with scuba gear – are unlikely to work as smoothly as planned.
[I hope I don’t have to clarify this, but to be perfectly clear, my grandma was a tool of revenge, not the target of it – I have weird dreams but there’s a line people! I even tried to subvert the plan because I felt bad.]
My name is Skylance 