@Dwalrus @Humpleupagus @feralphilosophernc @jill @thatguyoverthere Restate my assumptions: one, sprinkles are the language of fat bastards, two, if you have fat bastards in your home sprinkles will emerge. Therefore there are sprinkles everywhere in nature. Evidence: Your wife likes fat men, and you are fat, and there are sprinkles everywhere; the sprinkle market.

But what about your Mom's house? A home full of sprinkles, billions of fat bastards plowing your mom, trillions of sprinkes. A Network, a vast network screaming with life, an orgasm; a natural orgasm.

My hypothesis, within your mom's house there are sprinkles as well, right in front of her, hiding in the crawlspace. Always has been.