THE CHEESE OF DOOM PART 2 The cheese of doom

THE CHEESE OF DOOM PART 2 The cheese of doom it never sleeps. Its curdling screams from the snackfoods section jarred Mr. Brie and Mr McCracker out of their cheetos and cheeze whiz

stupor. Sir Brie and his sidekick, Mr McCracker, were the last of the long line of cheese hunters. "Quick get the grater! We have cornered at the Qwick Twip!" The Cheese of Doom

have those winner scratchers and we'd be off this sad little rock straight away. Oh a few sticks of beef jerky and a 48 ounces of a carbonated suicide they called them and off

we go into the great wide world! This trip is already getting off to a good start! One would even think we were professionals...at...road trips. Never the less, we need all the

road we can get. Puttering around Circle Corners wasn't gonna cut it for a long summertime jaunt. We drove toward the sunset, the roof open, Seal blaring away on the radio. Around

dusk, the road ran out, and we found ourselves on the west coast. A group of seals was attracted to the music on our radio, and approached us, baring their teeth in an attempt to

keep us from beating them to death with the vintage aluminum baseball bats we got off Ebay in case of Laguna Beach gallery punks, but the seals grooved on our music and we all felt

amused by it. We then made a human piramid, and a huge, 2 meters long man, started climbing to the top. The structures shook, but he once he reached the top, he put an antenna and

we finally managed to get signal so everyone could watch the last episode of Lost. We never thought that it would end up in a neighbourhood bonfire of all the box sets.