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Blind Date | Craftastrophe

When I was 14, my friends set me up on a blind date through a weird teen phone service that was somewhat popular in Toronto. I talked to Bill on the phone a little, then we agreed to meet at the mall. When I spotted Bill, he also spotted me at the same time. I looked him up and down as he marched right up to me and said, “Hi my namesh Bill. Howshhit goin’? Ish shore name Karen?”

Angry Pancakes

I haven’t the faintest idea as to what sets a pancake off in an angry tirade. Especially since they are quite sweet and dripping with syrup. Perhaps these pancakes are upset because Aunt Jemima ran off with Mr. Clean and left them high and dry.