I’d tell you a rumor about some margarine on a piece of toast, but you might spread it.
You’ve got margarine and toast? I’m jelly.
If you’re ever in a jam, Sam’s your man.
We’ll have to preserve that idea.
Sam’s the jam man yo’ mama laid!
I was her bread and she was my jam. One day she left me, saying she deserved butter.
Did she fall face-down on the Parkay floor?
I margarine she did.
So I was walking past my local supermarket the other day, and a man started throwing cheese, butter and milk at me. How dairy.
He was just following the dictates of the ancient Greek philosophers Socrates, Thyucidedes, and Fetacheese.
They tried too late to stop him – it was already a feta accompli.
That was a gouda one!
Gouda cheese! That’s why me edam.
I like to eat cheese while watching The Muensters.
I recently enjoyed a tasting of various cheeses from Israel. They were cheeses of Nazareth.
Did you stop by the Garden of Edam on your whey there?
Every time I think we’ve exhausted the cheese puns, I find that there are stiltons more to be discovered.
When the cheese factory exploded, people found pieces of it miles away. There was de Brie everywhere.
Too bad they couldn’t take shelter in a roquefort.
Must’ve been something to hear all that cheese whizz by.