Oh man, I remember having contests with my step brother to see who could fit the most Cheez Balls into our mouths. I think I was the undefeated champ, but I’m having a hard time remembering exactly how many balls I could fit between my lips, without gagging anyway. Anyway, it looks like I’ll have some balls in my mouth again real soon. As a grown man, I’m pretty sure I’ll have no problem squeezing more balls into my mouth than I could as a child. I just hope my wife doesn’t mind.
I sent this to my daughter and my sister, and now I cannot hear.
They both called, wanting to know if it was an Onion article.
When I said no, for real… excited yelling commenced.
You know those foods of certain times and places? That’s cheez balls, sis, daughter and the cabin. It’s become a family joke, really. They would sit under the deck, tin of cheez balls, talking and sharing said Cheez Balls with the chipmunks.
Personally, I don’t like them, which added to the family joke. My daughter would chase me around, trying to wipe her fluorescent hands on me.
I’m just a man, a man who likes to hold a lot of balls in his mouth and savor the saltiness. That’s something I miss from my teenage years. And now that I’m a married man, I’m happy that I’ll be able to share this experience with my wife. Frankly, I’ve always wondered how many balls my wife could fit in her mouth at one time, and now we’ll soon know. Maybe I’ll even video it and post it to the Internet!
Thank you thank you thank you for sharing your happy news!
I’ve been grabbing balls at random CVS stores; theirs are the tastiest I could find, but now I can enjoy the authentic balls of my youth!
The only thing I hate about them is the same thing I hate about Cheez Doodles: the last .25 of them have at least twice as much oil as the first .75 did. But oh man is that first .75 good!