Quoth CBC St. John’s:
When not even your Muenster is safe, the terrorists have already won. Or something.
I’m sure Wallace would have a thing or two to say about this:
“Well, I never, Gromit! We’ve got to keep our cheese supply out of the hands of the rabble, right? Are we out of Winsleydale?”
It might be hip onion, trying to pay for his SDMB subscription. (See this thread.)
No whey!
That’s just grate.
Well, that’s edam shame. Gouda for the police in catching on to this nefarious plot.
What kind of a muenster would do such a thing?
I wonder if the entire state of Wisconsin is on red alert now?
They’ll charge them with Brie chof the peace.
Perhaps they should have kept their cheese in a Swiss account.
Well, whoever gives the cops a good tip could be credited with a feta accompli.
Hey, who fenced the frommage?
I would think the cops would have to arrest quite a few cheese thieves. It’d be hard to provalone cheese theft is cause for a nationwide alert.
A few years ago a gentleman from Wisconsin was caught with a box of products used to cure cheese he had procured from a warehouse he broke into. Yes ladies and gentleman, you are guessing correctly. He was caught with a box of rennet. A box full of cow’s assholes.
Code bleu?
Who do I see about ordering a “squirts liquid on the computer screen” smiley?
The Wisconsin state motto: “Smell our dairy air.”
The problem is that the police don’t know Jack about cheese. The snitches just String them along Tillamook clues them in.
"1967, I’m on stage at the Fillmore East. Jimmy Hendrix is backstage throwing up, Mama Cass is stirring a pot of her famous “Spegetti Pie”, Janice Joplin is washing dishes & throwing up, and then the cops burst in. As I’m trying to get out the back door this girl with a glass eye … "
sometime later
“… My Guitar is on fire! I’ve been up all night shooting cheeseballs. That’s cocaine and cheese. When I woke up the next morning I was in a Russian prison, total set-up.” - Captain Ed, Tenacious D Show
But seriously, if I were a judge, I’d punish these cheddar thieves rather sharply.
I knew a dude in Monterey. Jack was his name. He’d Stiltons of cheese. Better lock it up, Leicester thief like him take it.