Gladys Knight & The Pips — Midnight Train to Georgia
End of the Night
This was taken towards the end of Suzanne’s birthday night out a few weeks ago. It’s rare that a photograph so perfectly captures exactly what you were seeing with your own eyes.
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A waffle is like a pancake with a syrup trap.
I want pancakes, but there’s no plain flour in, so now I have to go to the supermarket to buy some pancakes.
Yes, I know I could go to the supermarket and buy plain flour and then make the pancakes, like I was going to, but sometimes you’ve just got to play the hand you were dealt.
Mmmmmmmm, pancakes.



