Pancakaholic

I just love pankcakes. Strawberry, Banana or Almond. Anywhere anytime I'm getting me sum pancakes. Its almost like it is food for the soul; dough, butter and sum honey (I dont fuck wid aunt jamima or wateva that bitch name is). Its all a good girl needs to wander Harlem @ 3 in the morning or a bad girl getting on her goon on Lenox. Ihop, Jimbos, M&G's on 125th street (I keep mad love in my heart for pancakes and all breakfast food). That's it. Aint no mo. (I'm going to make pancakes right after I finish writing this revelation. Can you feel me?