Dear Bastards,
Get your cheese out of my thighs! Don’t you remember our deal? I eat all the cheese I want and it never, ever, ever shows up on my body? You promised! But no, you just keep making it more and more and more delicious and you don’t hold up your end of the bargain.
I’d like to say that I’ll stop eating your cheese, but that sounds a little harsh. Can’t we work it out?
Cheesehead
Your thighs are NOTHING my good woman!
I too love Cheese but it binds me up so much I sound like I’m in a lamaze class the next morning when I’m trying to push it out! Ghastly. Just ghastly.
Don’t even get me started on chili with cheese. My neighbors have complained because they think I’m practicing the tuba at all hours. I’m surprised I haven’t blown out all the windows!