Two lumps of lard struggled each other,
And as one chick gave way to the other,
A magnificent brown and crimson cylinder emerged slowly to
drink of the lukewarm water.
But alas, the roll did not have the toll to return into its
hall, so it plunged into its tepid doom only to see the
world again in the sewage gloom.


Am I sick?
Have I lost all connection with reality?
Am I dreaming of pink flying shit at night?
Do I count jumping shit in order to go to sleep?
Well, no.
I just find this really funny.