Pancake Rambo

Another week in good OK. This week kinda blurred by, so I don’t really remember what happened. Still just a bunch of video calls and stuff, but that’s what we gotta do.

Oh yo! We got to do some service projects this week, which is probably the highlight of the week because it’s something besides sitting inside all the time, so that’s good. Our first project we did was helping with a food drive, which was run by these old ladies who just had us transport food from cars to the kitchen, and vice versa.

Then the other service project we got to do was two and half GLORIOUS hours of shoveling mud. I have never been more excited to shovel mud in my entire life, because I was just desperate to do anything that was outside of the house.

Alright, so this next story has a prequel to it. This cool member gave us some dinner one night, and it was stuff like eggs, sausage, pancakes, ALL that good breakfast grub. And since she’s an old lady, she gave us more than we needed. Which meant we would get to have leftovers. But one day, Elder Horne assembles this idea in his knuckled-head pea brain to reheat some pancakes. Which he manages to do with the microwave, probably at the cost of his ENTIRE mental functionality, because he somehow forgot about the tub of unheated pancakes on the counter.

So of course I strut into the kitchen, looking for something to eat, and I open the fridge, hoping to find some yummy pancakes, kept nice and cool in there. But they’re not in the fridge… they’re on the counter. And since this goose chump made pancakes over half an hour ago, the ones on the counter were already preheated to room temperature for me. So I warn Elder Horne about what is going to momentarily transpire between his leg and my bare hands because of his unwise decision. But this smug little two-faced rat didn’t even care about the generous warning I extended to him. So I took those sweet room temperature pancakes in my right hand, and I proceeded to unload an entire pancake magazine into this ditzy kid. He wasn’t ready. I wasn’t even ready. The last thing his mortal mind could’ve expected me to do was throw pancakes at him, but I did. He was flailing like a fish out of water as pancake after pancake pelted his almost lifeless body, until he fell off the couch.

I let him live, but only barely. Then, since he was in a state of horror, I ended up picking up the pancakes and throwing them away. But wow, that was a good moment. It was kinda like disc wars from TRON, but with pancakes, and it was amazing.

Then on Sunday all we had to eat was dry cereal and canned pineapple, since our pancake supply had been used as a disciplinary tool. But live and learn I guess, unless we die of hunger.

Yeah, that about wraps up my week. Nothing too crazy is happening, with us inside all the time, but we’re still finding things to do, and we even got a baptism this Saturday, so that’s gonna be good.

Anyway, that’s all for this week.

Over and Out

Also, the winner of the previous raffle failed to perform the simple task of emailing his dear cousin, so he has been ELIMINATED, and we drew another name. Here’s the video:

SHOUTOUTS:

  • Ethan – Ethan has been my homie down the street basically all my life. He’s a real friend, and we used to hang out all the time, before I came to Oklahoma. What a lad.
  • Patrick – Also my homie down the street, since he’s Ethan’s brother. Our ages fell in a perfect row: Patrick, then me, then Ethan, with each person being one year younger than the last, so we of course all hung out together. Also a real lad.

Pics:

  • I rigged the deck in Uno one night while this oblivious nerd was on his phone, and I think the title of the image captures it perfectly.