It was the last time I would try eating cheese

She began singing in a shrieking voice "Don't cry for me Velveeta". I was going to dispute that this is (or was) actually a kraft singles processed cheese slice but thought better

the batter the bigger the boost. So I let her have her Velveeta games. I was going to microwave the whole kilo and watch

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and so on and so on. I took a ride down the mobius strip drinking whiskey from a kline bottle. The cops stopped my Ford Torus. "You again! You are in violation of topography law."

I looked at the cop. "Congratulations Officer, if you've been driving after me on this one-faced structure, you also violated topography law." Catch'ya on the flip side! and then

the cop pulled out his gun, pointed it into my head and dared to kill me. Fortunately, he had no ammo. I gave him one.

Then I gave him 2. Then 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9. I gave him 10. But I wasn't going to give a cop pointing a gun at my head any more. No way. NO WAY. Does he think I'm some kind of fool

? So I snatched back my bowl of Numberetti Spaghetti and finished the lot, right in front of his gaping pig's face. "You think you can intimidate me?" I grinned, sauce dripping off

my chinny chin chin. "Mangia merde e morte!!" He snorted & simply replied as he watched me finish the last of the Numberetti Spaghetti,"You just did." Revenge will be mine in hell.