Lots of Boursin this thread, though mozza you are OK. Alouette it go on for now, but not for long. Tell that kid Edam well better keep an eye on that Parm he’s in.
Now it’s time to wheel out of here and get pizza.
(P.S. Zyada says “Cheese it, the cops!”)
I’m sure the honeymoon will be a quaint little cottage in the country. And it will be so Gouda.
Where there’s a will there’s a whey.
She might just do that. Something 20 years younger than you, with more hair, a sportscar, little skill but ridiculous amounts of stamina. Or maybe a divorce lawyer.
Better not put too much money in that envelope, then.
You mokes have created a cottage industry of bad puns.
Is he mature enough for such a commitment? (all the good cheese puns are taken I think 
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Don’t worry Arnold, I went through the same thing with my son Alfredo.
get him attracted to Swiss cheese and that will straighten him out.
Swiss? You want him to end up in a monastery? Swiss cheese is hole-y!
I must ask, would he be allowed to bring some Nun’s Tits and Maiden’s Tits into the mix?
The Gap Conspiracy:
:p;):mad::):rolleyes::D:dubious::smack::mad::p:p:p:eek:
Here is another one: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7S_tzkLMjY
I feel bad for the OP. When you laugh, the world laughs with you; when you prove you provolone.
A few years ago, my oldest daughter scared me to death when she brought home a block of Velveeta. I smiled and acted like it was no big deal, but inside it was killing me that she could choose a poser cheese like that. We raised her better than that. Thankfully, she didn’t wrap it tightly so she was able to see it for what it was in a few days. But, boy, was that a scare! So hang tough, Arnold.
As far as your wife goes, I don’t think anything says “I love you” more than an appliance. So why not just get her something equally thoughtful to complement it – such as an “I love Arnold” magnet and a brush to clean the coils? You can also create little coupons offering to move the fridge out every 3 or 4 months so that she can clean under it! If that doesn’t earn you a courtesy Christmas blowjob, I don’t know what will.
It seems cruel, I know, especially for a child, but one recommended treatment is to stuff sparrows down his throat until the beaks stick out through the stomach walls.
From the definitive documentary on the sexualization of cheese.
Great idea! We’re out of vacuum cleaner bags. In a box nicely wrapped with a bow, those might do the trick.
No, I’ll get her something, I always do, it just drives my wife crazy that every year I like to wait until the 24th for my power christmas shopping. But I work best under pressure!
Fondue pot.
Worst. Wedding. Gift. Ever.
If that doesn’t work, he can always live here when he grows up.
I’m shocked, Arnold. I never would have thought you’d turn out to be lactose intolerant.
Behold the power of cheese.
