Delusions of nothing in particular

For about an hour after running my brain is severely deprived of oxygen. During that time I’m not just sweating profusely; I’m also doing my part to increase the entropy of the universe by letting my mind wander. Today’s gem was this:

A burly but kindly pro football player named Steve is reading to a group of small children sitting on the floor before him.

Steve

Little Miss Muffet sat on a tuffet, eating her curds and whey.
Along came a spider, which sat down beside her,
and frightened Miss Muffet away.

Pan across the children’s rapt faces. Then cut to Steve smashing the book down on a flaming charcoal grill.

Steve (angrily)

That’ll teach the [censored] to eat curds and whey!

Cut to thick, sizzling steak on the grill.

Announcer

Beef. It’s what’s for dinner™.

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