dreaming of all things with boobs and nakkie

I think I may have an unearthly obession with pancakes. I was looking through my post archives, and apparently, I've made two posts with the word 'pancake' in the title....i'll lie in the floor in the fetal position and think about pancakes, and my most recent post from yesterday, pancake! pancake! pancake!. Indeed. Am I secretly attracted to those soft, fluffy, baked brown to perfection confections of breakfast? Maybe it's the hot, juicy, tasty, sticky syrup. Insane. Indeed. I've also only use one song quote, like orgasmatron on overdrive, which is of course from Incubus's Nebula, from S.C.I.E.N.C.E., one of the best modern rock albums. If you don't have it, why the fuck not? Seriously, pick it up, and all of Incubus's other albums, oh, and all of Rage Against the Machine's albums, except Renegades...it's pretty much nothing but covers, and it's not that good. All the good songs from it are on Live at the Grand Olympic Auditorium live CD, and the lvie versions blow the studio versions away....although if you can find it, the Austranlian import of Renegades (which I have..HA) does have the live version of Cyprus Hill's Kick Out the Jams, which features bothe Rage and one of the guys from CH. So yeah, download that song and your set. Wait, how did this get away from pancakes? Pancakes are good. Pancakes are great. I'm insane. But at least I know it. The real question is: do you?