Pancakes. Everyone I know have a different relation to them. For me it's always putting it on a plate, spread some jam on it and then pour some sugar on top. After that you roll it to a sausage and then you cut it into pieces. It's been like that since at least 1992. That's how far back I can remember clearly.
One day I want to go to a masquerade party in a catsuit. Preferably dark red, but I won't be picky.
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