You may fancy a lush, creamy Camembert...

August 28, 1899 - August 26, 1978
...or perhaps a strong, intense, grainy Pecorino is more to your liking...

August 28, 1930
...or maybe you just want the pasteurized goodness of Velveeta.

August 28, 1958
Any way you slice it, we're sure you can supply the fruit.
This was pithy! I'll take a sweaty gorgonzola anyday!
ReplyDeleteyou and the wit!
ReplyDeleteGenius.
I'll take a cheese plate, thank you.
Fondue, anyone?
ReplyDeleteJill - As long as it's not fetid Feta.
ReplyDeleteJason - Your city's wayward daughter, Varla Jean Merman, would prefer it straight from the can, no?
MJ - You dip last, MJ. After that Men of Infomaniac post, the company you keep has me concerned about where your swizzle stick has been.
Well I NEVER!
ReplyDelete*huffs off, trailing toilet tissue from high heel*
Charles Boyer could do with a good manicure! Get that cheese from unda her filthy nails.
ReplyDeletepecorino? peckerino? oh to get a hold of that pecker, oh me oh my.
ReplyDeleteJason Priestley is that old?!?
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