THE CHEESE OF DOOM PART 1 The cheese of doom.
- THE CHEESE OF DOOM PART 1 The cheese of doom. It never sleeps. It just watches you from the fridge. Wanting to be eaten. It's the cheese of doom.
- It's yellow and sloppy, like an old fish, and all it ever wants to do is eat your feet. It was a particularly warm day when Mr McBrie left the fridge door ever-so-slightly ajar
- the 4 month-old Activia slid past the crisper and onto the kitchen linoleum. The active bacteria had achieved self-awareness and longed to nibble on Mr McBrie's feet.
- Thankfully, McBrie's feet were composed of titanium. "I anticipated this moment." He sighed and took a heavy seat. "Thing is, I anticipate every moment. It's tedious. Can't you see
- how the lobster in the tank had caught the other one in the eye?" I shifted in my heavy seat, the lobster comment disturbed me because I knew what was happening later. McBrie
- poked me in the eye a few minutes later; somehow I hadn't seem it coming. As I wiped away tears, McBrie's grin appeared through the haze. "You had it coming, don't you think?"
- "No," I said to McBrie, "I saw you and McCracker singing 'Putting on the Ritz,' while the lobsters danced and snapped their pincers at me." That had really made my blood boil.
- "I won't tolerate waltzing lobsters under any circumstances." McBrie & McCracker looked shamefaced. Even though this event hadn't been their idea, I felt justified in blaming them
- nonetheless. McCracker had a brittle personality and snapped easily under pressure, so I took it upon myself to end this travesty. I stripped the lobsters from their dance clothes
- and sent them back on stage together with naked chorus lining goldfish, the delicious whole wheat biscuits boys, and the Dorito girls. McCrackers crumbled.
- Started
- 2013-04-25 10:06:44
- Finished
- 2014-10-20 17:50:39
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SlimWhitman Oct 21 2014 @ 19:24
THE CHEESE OF DOOM PART 2 http://foldingstory.com/5ww89/