I see dead people. Well, not actually dead as such, because they're breathing, and sometimes I catch them eating stuff that's clearly not brains, and sucking up lattes instead of blood. They're figuratively dead. Which doesn't mean they're not rather lively, especially after consuming enough joe. Not Joe as in a person named "Joe," of course, or even slang for a nameless person, but coffee. And not someone named "coffee,' either, although such persons are know to exist, and perhaps should be consumed.
Dehydration combined with a thread that mentions "spam tits" and "discreet breasts" and features Evel Knievel quote tunnels can cause one to write the sort of thing above. Fear it.
p.s. Hey! My browser knows how to spell Knievel. The man has arrived.