This is too much for words.
I heard that a man came home with some of it that he picked on the road. His wife said “where’d you get this, and what kind is it?”
He said it was nacho cheese. She asked how he knew since it wasn’t labeled anywhere.
He said as he was running away with it, some guy followed him yelling “Hey! That’s nacho cheese!!”
Thanks, I’ll be here all week. Try the meatloaf, and be kind to your waitress…
That story has a lot of holes in it, but I still like the whey it is written.
Something about it just curdles my milk.
That’s no gouda. The writing is too stilton.
That joke is moldier than my grandmother.
I like it when you work bleu.
Was there a Fasterossa hit by a wheel of mortadella?
You’d be hard pressed to make any more cheesy jokes.
Mozzarella old joke.
What?
Awwwwwwww. The cat’s eaten it.
But, what kind of truck was it??? A munster truck?
You gouda fooled me!
“You’ve forgotten the Cheese, Grommit…!”
That joke was so lame I wouldn’t give even a Roquefort.
I’ve got to move it? I guess I’ve got some room in my cottage.
This thread will make the baby cheeses cry.
Man, I read all these responses and now I feel the need to run amok like Frankenstein’s Muenster.
You guys are milking this so bad I camembert it…
Damn you, Hypno-Toad! Damn it all!
You sound cheesed-off.
