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Ow. A more fleshed-out version of Survivor: Pontiff Island. (If you can't tell by the link text that it's highly irreverent, there's not much else I can do.)

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I've fallen victim to an unholy craving for PANCAKES. More specifically, PANCAKES that someone else has made for me. And sausage to dip in the syrup. I live within five miles of both a Silver Diner and an IHOP, so I could probably rustle up PANCAKES somewhere if I really needed to; the thing is that I'm not particularly hungry, I just think they'd taste really, really good right about now. My mouth is telling me to go stalk the wily creature in its natural habitat (the diner), while my stomach is wondering where exactly I intend to put it once I catch it. I think reason is going to win out this time, I should wait until I'm actually hungry.

Mmmm, forbidden pancake...