Hello,
My name is Ricky Pancakes and I have decided to create a blog to discuss the innerworkings of the genius which lies within this glorious mind. You see, I am currently at the top of my game and I am preparing to pursue an elusive third MLK (Major League Karaoke) Championship as I am leaving to join the PLSL (Professional Lip Sync League) after my next title. Before I get too far into that, let me tell you a little bit about myself: My name is Ricky Pancakes (well actually its Richard, but everyone calls me Ricky). I am from Tucson, Arizona (pronounced “Tuks-in”, of course), I didn’t go to college, but if I did, I probably would have majored in sociology because I am a pretty social guy, you know? I am average in stature but don’t let my penis fool you, it’s small. Anyways, you probably hear the name Ricky Pancakes and think, “Ricky Pancakes. I bet that guy loves pancakes.” It’s not true, that’s my god given name. To be honest, I’m more of a waffle man. Waffles sure are great and you know what they say about waffles, don’t you? They say: “Fuck off pancakes!” (Notice the lowercase p in pancakes. What a relief.) If you ask me, pancakes are low tier but that is a story for another time. I will say this though: If there is one thing to know about me, it is do not even think about trying to put artificial maple syrup on my Belgian waffle in the morning, save that shit for pancakes. I prefer 100% real Grade A Amber Maple Syrup. Yes, I will settle for Grade A Golden but I have gotten a taste for the Amber and therefore request the same out of all of you. As a performer, I have a usual get up. It is pretty simple, I look at myself in the mirror for a few minutes and I’m rock hard. Damn it. I meant to discuss attire. Oh well. Regardless, you can see me, on an average day, in a vibrant sports coat (no shirt underneath, obviously), short cut off jeans, Jesus cleats and it will be all tied together with the best hair either side of the Mississippi has to offer. My hair is truly glorious and it gets me more tail than an alligator on a Thursday (Staggering, I know.) I try to live life to the fullest and not preplan things too much but I must say, there are two things in this life that I cannot go a day without. The first, of course, is a waffle. The second, my daily mirror time. You see, I am gorgeous and it’s not fair that everyone else gets to be in awe of my beauty everywhere I go and I am just stuck to the little bit of time I get in reflections. Because of this, I have made it a point to work in at least 45 minutes of uninterrupted, judgement free mirror time daily. Unsurprisingly, I generally have a 15 minute window of “self-reflection” time afterwords, but that’s probably unrelated.. Well, that’s enough for now. I have to go and work on my audition tape for the PLSL. I will check back in later. Thanks for reading.
– Ricky
Hello,
My name is Ricky Pancakes and I have decided to create a blog to discuss the innerworkings of the genius which lies within this glorious mind. You see, I am currently at the top of my game and I am preparing to pursue an elusive third MLK (Major League Karaoke) Championship as I am leaving to join the PLSL (Professional Lip Sync League) after my next title. Before I get too far into that, let me tell you a little bit about myself: My name is Ricky Pancakes (well actually its Richard, but everyone calls me Ricky). I am from Tucson, Arizona (pronounced “Tuks-in”, of course), I didn’t go to college, but if I did, I probably would have majored in sociology because I am a pretty social guy, you know? I am average in stature but don’t let my penis fool you, it’s small. Anyways, you probably hear the name Ricky Pancakes and think, “Ricky Pancakes. I bet that guy loves pancakes.” It’s not true, that’s my god given name. To be honest, I’m more of a waffle man. Waffles sure are great and you know what they say about waffles, don’t you? They say: “Fuck off pancakes!” (Notice the lowercase p in pancakes. What a relief.) If you ask me, pancakes are low tier but that is a story for another time. I will say this though: If there is one thing to know about me, it is do not even think about trying to put artificial maple syrup on my Belgian waffle in the morning, save that shit for pancakes. I prefer 100% real Grade A Amber Maple Syrup. Yes, I will settle for Grade A Golden but I have gotten a taste for the Amber and therefore request the same out of all of you. As a performer, I have a usual get up. It is pretty simple, I look at myself in the mirror for a few minutes and I’m rock hard. Damn it. I meant to discuss attire. Oh well. Regardless, you can see me, on an average day, in a vibrant sports coat (no shirt underneath, obviously), short cut off jeans, Jesus cleats and it will be all tied together with the best hair either side of the Mississippi has to offer. My hair is truly glorious and it gets me more tail than an alligator on a Thursday (Staggering, I know.) I try to live life to the fullest and not preplan things too much but I must say, there are two things in this life that I cannot go a day without. The first, of course, is a waffle. The second, my daily mirror time. You see, I am gorgeous and it’s not fair that everyone else gets to be in awe of my beauty everywhere I go and I am just stuck to the little bit of time I get in reflections. Because of this, I have made it a point to work in at least 45 minutes of uninterrupted, judgement free mirror time daily. Unsurprisingly, I generally have a 15 minute window of “self-reflection” time afterwords, but that’s probably unrelated.. Well, that’s enough for now. I have to go and work on my audition tape for the PLSL. I will check back in later. Thanks for reading.
– Ricky
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