I moved your cheese.

Not surprisingly, Tomcat, that was more coherent and insightful than the book you to which you refer (and I allude).

God I despise it.

This is not the cheese you are looking for.

Curse you, Gadfly. Curse you to heck. :wink:

If you put the cheese in the crisper, where did you hide the celery?

I put it in the box, next to the rock.

Wensleydale? Sorry, fresh out, oh wait that’s my name, Mr. Wensleydale.

But it’s beer that belongs in the crisper! At least in my college apartment it did!

I burning your cheese.

I do not like green cheese and ham.

Behold, the movement of cheese.

BTW, there’s an elephant in your fridge. Don’t open it! You’ll scare him! He’ll leave when he’s done with the butter.

I just cut the cheese.

Sniff, sniff “Is that fresh bread I smell?”

How did the elephant get in there? What did they do with the giraffe that was in there first?

OMG, now there’s a semi-defrosted giraffe wandering about the place!

Bless me Cheesus, for I have sinned.

You sure it was my cheese?

humbly removes royal Run-On Sentence crown from head

You, sir, are a god.
places royal Run-On Sentence crown on TomCat’s head and genuflects

“The Cheese abides”

My cheese could stand a loan.

The giraffe’s only semi-defrosted?

WHAT ARE YOU, CRAZY??

Awright Dumbo, fun’s over. Get yer hide outta the fridge and into the dishwasher. You’ve got butter all over your trunk. The giraffe’s got to get properly thawed or he’ll get cramps. Ain’t nothin’ worse than a bendy Giraffa camelopardalis complaining of frostbite.

Hey! Who horked all the sliced cheese?

OK I have it focused. Say cheese everyone. snap

Now the cheese has gone all blue ‘n’ mouldy :frowning: