Once upon a time there was a black guy.

Once upon a time there was a black guy.

A mexican call pablo wanted ice cream

He ate some ice cream. Then he poopd' a susage.

Thats the way the digestive tract works explained Dr. Colonis. The food goes in your mouth, down the food pipe, into the tubes where it gets turned into energy! The waste comes out

of your nostrils where it is collected by winged homunculi. The waste products from your digestive tract are then spun into dragon gold by rare virgin mosquitos," Dr Colonis raved

. He continued by saying "Your armpit perspiration is also harvested by tiny people of the fae kingdom and it is used to power their cities. When you think about it, it's truly

nasty. like seriously who wrote that last line? That's just the most immature thing I have ever heard. You must be

Kidding, but I know otherwise. It makes me want to get a roasted chicken and pick it apart. The cats will smell it and want some too. They are sleeping now. Or at least they were!

My cats are telepathic, I swear. I can be in the kitchen just thinking about making a sandwich, and before I even start, they are under my feet. "No tripping allowed," I say

to my orange tabby, who simply says "It's 2016, man. Open your eyes and thrust open the doors of perception," and I remember this whole story was one big LSD trip all along.