I’m so hungry, I could eat a wagon wheel!
< snicker >
I got a giggle out of this thread.
Don’t be alarmed, but you may have excess diarrhea and horribly bad breath. Be sure to eat some leafy greens.
A snack that is a winner
And yet won’t spoil my dinner
I hanker for a clocka cheese
Ahem.
“I just want to stop you right here and point out how disturbing it is that you associate a block of cheese with some kind of bachelor paradise,” I believe.
Before things get too crazy here snicker… clock of cheese, I just want to address the OP.
I’ve been doing the low-carb diet (Atkins) for about 5 months now, and have lost 50+ pounds.
Disclaimer - Same as the OP, I’ve done the research and I know the risks.
Cheese will be your friend, but depending on your plan you may have to limit it during induction. Atkins is 2 oz a day I think…
If you will excuse me, I have a plate of scrambled eggs and sausages waiting for me.
I can see it now–a cuckoo clock full of holes.
What time is it?
Ten after camembert.
Cheese induced aspixiation?
Well it deserves a salute anyway
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Mmmm, 64 slices of American cheese…
Did someone say cheese?
Ahem. A poem, if I may.
Ode on the Mammoth Cheese Weighing Over 7,000 Pounds
James McIntyre (1827-1906)
We have seen thee, queen of cheese,
Laying quietly at your ease,
Gently fanned by evening breeze,
Thy fair form no flies dare seize.
All gaily dessed soon you’ll go
To the great Provincial show,
To be admired by many a beau
In the city of Toronto.
Cows numerous as a swarm of bees,
Or as the leaves upon the trees,
It did require to make thee please,
And stand unrivalled, queen of cheese.
May you not receive a scar as
We have heard that Mr. Harris
Intends to send you off as far as
The great world’s show at Paris.
Of the youth beware of these,
For some of them might rudely squeeze
And bite your cheek, then songs or glees
We could not sing, oh! queen of cheese.
We’rt though suspended from balloon,
You’d cast a shade even at noon,
Folks would think it was the moon
About to fall and crush them soon.
Cheeses, these clock puns are really ticking me off.
jjimm, you could have just said that “clock” is how you refer to a unit of cheese in Ireland. We’d have bought it.
A cheese unit?
Yaa-hoo!
Esprix
Soooooooooo…
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did you go back for ‘seconds’?