International Shack of Pancakes

It was another day at the International Shack of Pancakes. Stan was frying up something no one would savor. Trashywaitress was pestering someone with her Whinyvoice to try the new pie flavor: bubble gum. The Boss was in the office up the little stairway filing taste test reports, all failing grade and all from Stan.

The Whinyvoice is a real time savor for those who are pushy and also underlings. It's one of those voice changer machines but it translates the voice into whiny.

Stan is a bad chef.

The Boss went to Vietnam for 49 tours of duty/times. He's woah woah woah off the edge of crazy.

Mom was going to try some of Stan's terrible cooking, but before she could, it spoiled. Eight days in the refrigerator would turn any egg stew, except instead of eggs, birds' nests, a little rotten/challenging.

Stan has a disregard for the finer cooking practices because of his above average ability to eat and digest food. He could eat the majority of his creations, since he has an iron stomach. He could have sons on roadkill. A 17 day old cheese sandwich is finely aged cheddar to him. Even if it could cost you $1.35 and a trip to the hospital. Taxes and tip added separately.

Stan was just about to pop the hood of his festiva to quench up another thirst, when he saw THIS NEW SOFT DRINK OMFG!! TRY RACE QUENCH!! THE REDDEST KEROSENE SODA YOU'LL EVER EAT! yes, we eat soda that is this crunchy here in the states.

Stan collects groceries....... from the side of the road. No, really, at Farmer Bad's Roadside Farmstand. The mushiest apples you'll see all season GUARANTEED!!

Something more is needed to make this stew, though. Some expectation that despite serving and advertising apples as mushy, they would be good somehow. Finely aged apples? Hmm. It's just not cutting the mustard... pre-spiced? Spicy apples. Oh, it might just be bad advertising as well as bad cheflery.

Wasn't cheflery a pokemon? It's also chef hood.

MMM.... gives you something to make everything else taste better in comparison to... bad advertising.

MMM.... doesn't shatter with staleness when I bite into it... bad advertising. It might later.

The least tolerable olives you'll find all year! At bargain basement prices! Wait, I mean at normal prices.

Olives a la mode. Olives decorated with olive iced cream. It could really turn on a few key people, and become a media craze.


Sherri Dolan went to the International Shack of Pancakes where Stan and Trashywaitress work. She sat down in the booth available and said 'I'd...... I'd like a large olive platter. Also could you get my friend Mike Bunker chicken a la blueberries? He said he dislikes it. Or likes it. I can't remember. This order should clarify that all.'

A vicious biker gang descended on the International Shack of Pancakes. The chief biker arrived at Stan and challenged him to make the best pancakes in reality. Stan had no choice but to flee, but only after making the greasiest, most motor oil having, dishwasher unsafe short stack in history. The biker was so stunned by his defeat when he bit into the pancake, so *unwisely*, as it is bad food, that he had to fake it being good to his biker compadres, who left.

The End.

In the garden of Eden, God said do not eat the fruit from the Tree of Knowledge of Good and Evil, since Stan made it. Woe, woe, woe unto they who bit it.

Stan still has some of this KGE fruit...... in a little plastic grocery store bag, like, for peppers, you know, in his room/festiva.

Even Stan's homework tastes funny. Try!

Stan brought to the table next this strange pile of goo. It was neon yellow. And a pick in the goo stood up saying 'yellow number five'. Stan had prepared this yellow five by collecting the yellow five from over 4 servings of mountain dew. few enjoyed the yellow five. few.

'It just doesn't make sense! I'm trying my best to like yogurt, but it's just beyond my ability to like it.' said the trashy waitress. Stan approached the table with a square cup of pork yogurt, seasoned delicately with pickles, olives, finely aged scrod and wisconsin cheddar cheese as a stray shot. Trashy waitress paused, savored [aka, despised] the 'yoh-gurt' concoction, and flatly abrupted, 'that's it i'm done with yogurt. thank you stan for helping me end my freakish yogurt quest.'