It could very well have closer than you all think, that someone had a pile of trash, saw another one, so rather than have two piles... Well you all know one version of where you use to get anything you want...

here is some cheese extra thick so gooy you might think it to be cheese whiz!

http://studentweb.eku.edu/zachary_lynn/ ... index.html

This is a most powerful mantra, being handed down from the all-seeing reader of swiss cheese.

I still have that photo of Larry reading the Swiss. I bow before it every morning. Of course I cover the photo when consumuing Vegemite and cheese sangers (sandwiches)

Did I tell you how when we (my siblings, friends and I) were kids in Multnomah, Oregon, we used to Limberger the screen door of the guy that would'nt give us any candy at Halloween?

Hmmm! You may be right, Larry. Except that I like cheese!

I don't really like to brag or talk about my gift much, except to say that it IS a gift. And it's not so much the cheese that one with my gift reads, but rather the swiss cheese holes. The holes and the cheese in concert are sort of like cosmic punch hole cards from early computers.The gift is being able to read them. It's hard to explain or understand without lighting up a bowl, and since the only things in my bowl these days tend to be either soup or oatmeal, I ain't gunna try.

I'll have some horseradish cheddar, please!

All this cheese talk reminds me of the old days when I BRIEfly owned a COTTAGE in JARLSBERG, a small seaside town near CAMEMBERT De NORMANDIE. I entered my yacht in the local RIGGOTA and told the competition that I was gunna EDAM up. I was grinning like the CHESHIRE cat until my first mate, MONTEREY JACK, reminded me to show some sportsmanship. things were going well enough for me to win the BLUE ribbon, when I tripped on a BRICK on the deck and hit my HEAD on the deck and woke up daze latter in the care of Dr. COLBY.

No wonder they kicked you out of Oregon and sent you to Australia! Can we assume that Australia was still a penal colony when they sent you there?

Ou est la vache qui ri? Je ne sais pas! Ou est le "spell check" en francais?

Larry, you MUENSTER! Quit cutting the cheese with your SWISS army knife, put your STILTON, and go stand in the corner where we can watch you.

You know what I I like, I like to take me some them Hot Rotel Tomatoes and mix 'em into that melted Velveeta and call It CHEESE DIP! How about you?

Ceashell or Cliffite, I can't get me no Hot Rotel Tomatoes up here in PA, can I get a care package?

There is no virtue in the sacred Velveeta queso without Rotel chile. Of COURSE you can get a CARE package. It will include the recipe, which is not too complicated but also is sacred. We'll e-mail you for specifics on quantity, addy, etc. No Texan/Okie shall be without the food of the Godde. Ever.

Actually, I sent a private message rather than an e-mail, as that's easier, so please check your PMs.

no, I only moved to Oz because of Vegemite. Having it sent thru the mail was a bigger crime than Limbergering screen doors.

i got tired of seeing the Falwell is Dead thread perpetuating wayyyyy past any relevance to the topic, so I've freed the Cheeses thread to live on it's own!


can I get a Hail Homer?? (pass the pepperjack please!)