The Pancakes Setup

Mad Skills by Maven Quibble



I didn’t know much about Peru, so naturally I was anxious when Terrance sold our house and told us we were moving there. Now that I’ve been here for a while, I still don’t know much about Peru, other than the incontrovertible fact that I hate it more than anything, more than anything the greatest creative minds in the world could concoct if asked to create the most odious thing ever. Peru blows.

I can’t find pizza. I can’t find Yankee caps. What kind of a place is this?

You know what’s so stupid about Peru? They have mailmen who wear giant purple hats. I’m not kidding. Terrance has been fixed in slot numero uno on my UNCOOL list since the move and he has little chance of getting off unless we move somewhere else. Soon. I keep asking for Chile or Turkey, but he ignores me and serves me pancakes instead.

HAHAHAHAHA! Serves me pancakes! Get it?! HAHAHAHAHA!

Damn, yo! I am SO friggin’ AWESOME!