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Sweet dreams are made of cheese. Who am I

  • Sweet dreams are made of cheese. Who am I to dis a brie? I cheddar the world and the feta cheese. Everybody's lookin' for stilton.

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  • Some of them want to bleu you. Some of them want to be fused with bleu..." The judges were not impressed, and I was sent home before the first commercial break.

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  • Cheez! Doesn't anyone appreciate the bleus anymore? That really got my goat. The herve of those judges! Perhaps they were not aged quite enough. Ricotta half a mind to

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  • get cheesed off. My blood curdled. The judges were whey out of line. I told them this is nacho duty. I was so mad I went home to watch the Roquefort files.

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  • The plot got hot and cheesy quickly. Jim got gouda soused and threw Angel into the Bleu Danube. Then Jim drove his Creamera into the La Brie & Cheddar Pits. He spilled more cheddar

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  • into the chocolate fondue, and the whole concoction melded together in a yin-yang of tangy cheddar and dark, rich chocolate. The chocolate cheese was a smashing success! The party

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  • -goers were smashed and would eat anything, at that point. Leon picked up the pot and spread the cheddar chocolate fondue all over the marble tabletop. Patricia rolled in it before

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  • the smashed & famished partygoers started eating each other. At least Patricia hoped they'd been in time. The partygoers fell upon the fondue remnants like Black Friday shoppers.

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  • Patricia regarded the scene of carnage as the ravenous, fondue smeared partygoers turned towards her and began to advance. The antidote should be taking affect by now, they had

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  • almost made it. Soon, anytime now, she would be waking up. And yet, as the antique clock in her mind ticked away, no breath of life flew from her lips. No sign of any human life.

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