Lack Toast and Tolerant

You know, every now and then something strikes your funnybone and causes uncontrolled snorking. This one did it to me:

I don’t know why "lack toast and tolerant" sends me into such gales of hysterical laughter, but it does. I would hate to lack toast. That would suck. Especially if someone gave me cheese. Man…cheese and no toast. You’d have to be tolerant not to smite someone who gave you cheese when you lacked toast. I think what has me rolling on the floor is wondering what the hell is going on in the mind of the (presumably young) person who finds "lack toast and tolerant" to make some kind of sense…how he (or she) gets the true meaning out of those words. What mental acrobatics are going on there to make that phrase make the same meaning as "lactose intolerant". Reminds me of me, when I was a wee tot, singing "Charlie is my darling, the young chandelier", instead of "young cavalier". But I was only about 8 years old and had never heard of a "cavalier". That is my only defense. I probably didn’t know what a "chandelier" was, either. 

I think I need to go make toast now. With cheese.