That marriage would always have some spice in it.
hey, at least it wan’t another cheese pun.
Ugh, our morals just decay fromage to age. Not even a year old, and they havarti been corrupted. In quesillo are beating yourself up, remember it’s nacho fault as much as it is our society minas God.
You know, when one cheese gets the hots for another, it can sometimes lead to fondue.
He’s young yet – all this talk and worry about your son’s orientation is idle Cheddar.
C’mon now, even the bible says “What a friend we have in Cheeses.”
Under no circumstances should you let him get involved with any “four cheese macaroni” dishes. These kind of cheese orgies just lead to terrible things like reading XKCD and watching Monty Python’s Flying Circus.
As you should be. As you should be.
Stranger
Just as long as he’s not married by some Stinking Bishop.
Not to mention, “Blessed are the cheesemakers.”
And a happy bleu year!
It’s not really appropriate to be flippant about the OP. The poor disturbed child not only chose to “marry” parmesan over romano, the sick little bastard doesn’t even know what the romano is. My God, “the other cheese,” what kind of home is the poor little tot living in? I blame the parents.
Who needs a teddy bear when you have a camembert? 
Actually, I believe that verse was not to be taken literally as it can refer to any manufacturer of dairy products.
He sounds like a Pastafarian in the making!
My kids love those swing cheese sticks we put in their lunch.
Thank you all for your “helpful” advice. I feel worse now than I did when I started the thread. 
I have another, more pressing crisis to deal with anyway. My wife had told me a couple of weeks ago “if you get me that new refrigerator we want for Christmas, I don’t need any other present.” (I’m not convinced that we need a new refrigerator: it’s only 23 years old, if you open the door slowly, the things don’t fall off the inside door shelf, and if it’s too much a problem I’ll put more duct tape on the bar that’s supposed to keep things from falling; also, you just have to remember to push the door extra hard so that it stays closed - don’t swing it shut and expect it to stay shut.) Last night she said to the boys “boys, did you look at the presents under the tree? Did you notice that someone here didn’t have anything with their name on it?” :smack:
Logic would have implied that that she shouldn’t have anything under the tree with her name on it, right, seeing as how there’s no way a refrigerator can fit under there! I told her that one of these days, we’ll go buy a new refrigerator. Isn’t that enough? I appeal to all married people out there to confirm that I am correct.
There was a kid from Monterey, Colby, in my 11th grade geometry class that confessed his cheese affections to his parents. They came down so hard on him, calling him a muenster, that he became depressed (oh so bleu) and withdrawn.
We’d do formal geometry arguments as a group, but he always wanted to…wait for it…provalone.
He liked physics better anyway. Today, he’s studying…string theory? 
Dude, logic has nothing to do with male-female dynamics. If you ever want access to her fun parts again, go get a refrigerator, and get something to wrap up for her from you AND something from the kids, and put it the hell under the tree.
How about an envelope with some cash in it, and a little note that says “buy yourself something nice” ?
Anybody here ever have a fromage a trois?
No, but I once had a rare bit on the side.