That is an enormous stack of pancakes. There’s at least a dozen on that plate, dripping with butter, and drizzled with syrup. Isn’t it weird that there are those days where you can just eat a dozen pancakes. It’s like the same mass of food as four sandwiches, which you could never eat, but for some reason the pancakes can just keep going down.
I have the same thing with tacos.
By the way, the shirt is going to make you a lot of friends. It just shows you know how to have fun and enjoy the finer things in life, like pancakes on Sunday morning.