This was a dream I had the other night. The martians loved eating my fluffy pancake head.
I sense a disturbance in the breakfast.
You spent so much time making a fancy spatula that all your pancakes burned. Nice work.
Now you can make pretty much anything!
Roommates, amirite? They're the worst!
Now THIS is a drunk kitchen!
I've always said that brunch is the drinkiest of meals.