Cari mentioned that today is National Cheese Day or something like that, so we're having a big CHEESE PARTY at Bart's place. And I am going to wear my cheesehead.
I'm pulling another all nighter at Brie U., 'cause I've got a Fromage Appreciation final in the morning. Dale comes in and he's all, like, "Dude, there's a kegger down at Feta Tau Omaga!" and I'm all, like, "But it's Tuesday, and I've got a final tomorrow!" and Dale's all, like, "They're having a wet t-shirt contest!" and I'm all, like, "Let's go!" The scene at Feta Tau Omega is beyond. The girls are the hotness, the music is the loudness, the beer is the boozeness, and I'm gettin' the bizniss. Dale passes out at about 2:30, but I'm still going strong. I lose track of just how much KäseBier I've guzzled somewhere around 3:15. I'm feeling good and the ladies are looking fine. Some hottie I've never seen before is whispering sweet nothings in my ear. She's got a mouth on her that would make a sailor blush and she's nibbling my earlobe like it's a tasty Kraft single. She hands me another glass of beer. I take a sip, and the world goes dark. Next thing I know, I wake up in a bathtub filled with Cheez Wiz. Instinctively, I check my kidneys: both there. That's a relief. I'm twenty minutes late for my final, but it's all good. The flavor of processed cheese spread lingers in my mouth as I fly through the test, my pen flowing smoothly on the page, like a slicer through Velveeta. Camembert, Edam, Gouda, Limburger and Colby. I finish the test with plenty of time to spare. Walking out of the classroom, I spot her, and she's giving me that come-hither look. Two weeks later, we're on our honeymoon cruise to Chili con Queso, I'm on the Dean's List, and there's a pound and a half of Monterey Jack in our stateroom fridge.
Did you know that the world's largest mozarella factory (I know, doesn't have a good ring to it) is located outside of Roswell, NM? Aliens and bulk Italian cheeses -- a conspiracy? Let the press leaks begin!
The massive cheese plant, The neo-West-Texas-style achiteture, The lack of any renewable resource, The faltering Roswell tourism industry, The small but politically active millitary complex...
Maybe that's my next job -- sensationalist journalist for twenty-five cent pulp newspapers. World Wide Weekly, here I come!
Maybe we should start our own blog just about our favorite movie OF ALL TIME!
We could have conventions and invite unsuspecting twenty-somethings into a small house and make them watch it and then we could eat cake and fill out the paperwork to become a non-profit organization and then flirt with fame when we through the best convention bash in Chicago and Paris Hilton would be annoying when we tell her that she can't sell her new album at the enterance to our new kiosk in the Cottonwood Mall in ALBQ and all of our friends would have to reference everything they wrote to us couched in some variation of a quote from the movie and... and...
Did I mention the Barenaked Ladies are playing on my radio?
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Date: 2004-01-20 11:27 pm (UTC)The scene at Feta Tau Omega is beyond. The girls are the hotness, the music is the loudness, the beer is the boozeness, and I'm gettin' the bizniss.
Dale passes out at about 2:30, but I'm still going strong. I lose track of just how much KäseBier I've guzzled somewhere around 3:15. I'm feeling good and the ladies are looking fine. Some hottie I've never seen before is whispering sweet nothings in my ear. She's got a mouth on her that would make a sailor blush and she's nibbling my earlobe like it's a tasty Kraft single. She hands me another glass of beer. I take a sip, and the world goes dark.
Next thing I know, I wake up in a bathtub filled with Cheez Wiz. Instinctively, I check my kidneys: both there. That's a relief.
I'm twenty minutes late for my final, but it's all good. The flavor of processed cheese spread lingers in my mouth as I fly through the test, my pen flowing smoothly on the page, like a slicer through Velveeta. Camembert, Edam, Gouda, Limburger and Colby. I finish the test with plenty of time to spare.
Walking out of the classroom, I spot her, and she's giving me that come-hither look. Two weeks later, we're on our honeymoon cruise to Chili con Queso, I'm on the Dean's List, and there's a pound and a half of Monterey Jack in our stateroom fridge.
Ahhh, the power of cheese.
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That is brilliant.
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Date: 2004-01-21 04:50 pm (UTC)Didja know I put cheese in my peanut butter and jelly sammiches? Mmmm.
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Date: 2004-01-21 04:03 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-21 02:59 pm (UTC)happy frickity cheese day
Date: 2004-01-21 08:18 am (UTC)and yes, that is a compliment.
Re: happy frickity cheese day
Date: 2004-01-21 02:58 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2004-01-21 02:23 pm (UTC)I rule ;)
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Date: 2004-01-21 02:58 pm (UTC)(I just have the plain old cheesehead.)
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Date: 2004-01-21 03:14 pm (UTC)I believe you meant to say "I am the proud owner of a Classic Cheesehead, which once actually saved a man's life after a head injury!"
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Date: 2004-01-21 03:33 pm (UTC)Today (the 21st) is National Hugging Day and Squirrel Appreciation Day. Now, those are good holidays.
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Date: 2004-01-21 05:54 pm (UTC)Maybe it's international!!
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Date: 2004-01-21 05:23 pm (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2004-01-22 06:39 pm (UTC)The massive cheese plant,
The neo-West-Texas-style achiteture,
The lack of any renewable resource,
The faltering Roswell tourism industry,
The small but politically active millitary complex...
Maybe that's my next job -- sensationalist journalist for twenty-five cent pulp newspapers. World Wide Weekly, here I come!
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Date: 2004-01-22 06:43 pm (UTC)GASP!
Date: 2004-01-22 06:45 pm (UTC)OH MY!
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Date: 2004-01-22 10:33 pm (UTC)Re: GASP!
Date: 2004-01-22 10:54 pm (UTC)Maybe we should start our own blog just about our favorite movie OF ALL TIME!
We could have conventions and invite unsuspecting twenty-somethings into a small house and make them watch it and then we could eat cake and fill out the paperwork to become a non-profit organization and then flirt with fame when we through the best convention bash in Chicago and Paris Hilton would be annoying when we tell her that she can't sell her new album at the enterance to our new kiosk in the Cottonwood Mall in ALBQ and all of our friends would have to reference everything they wrote to us couched in some variation of a quote from the movie and... and...
Did I mention the Barenaked Ladies are playing on my radio?
:P
Re: GASP!
Date: 2004-01-27 07:47 pm (UTC)And that is all.
Yes...
Date: 2004-01-27 08:08 pm (UTC)Don't hate me because I'm (pause) a nerd.
Revell in my splendor!
I need to find something to do today....
Re: Yes...
Date: 2004-01-29 08:38 pm (UTC)