One morning, after a nights dreamin' bout ostriches and marmite, franz k awoke to find himself metamorphosised into a vegetable. Annoyingly he couldn't name the vegetable he was. If he was a veg he wanted to know what kind. But it looked like a cross between a beetroot and some gnarly ginger type thing. 

He had to go to work as a male prostitute, but he couldn't.

feelin, edgewise

Said the tortoise 

To the hare

WHAT THE FUC

R YOU NOT COLLECTIG my nUts

said the hare 

Thus the thing carried on like that.

You have to be well read to even comprehend at a basic level this genius.

 One day frank k woke in his bed to find out he cancelled his gym membership in his sleep.