There once was a cat who was French. It liked French men. When guys came, he would dance around like he had ants in his armpits. The French men liked it. The cat also sniffed them in their crouch. They were nice enough to enjoy the crouch sniffing. One time the cat sniffed a non french man and the cat felt like crap. After his gay boyfriend came out of sex, he went out to drink bleach. He saw a sexy eggplant poking out of the pants. Killing the time the French man worked on Cheetos in his pants, he has no cheesy pants. But bananas are not in the cats eyes.
Remember this, these stories are not supposed to make any sense.