OH-NO-HE-DIDdint!
There goes my homey, hatin' on my cheese!
Yeah, like he hasn't gone gouda after a coupla peach margaritas a few times in his life.
You wound me, sir.
Hate the grater, homes. Don't hate the cheese.
Toodles,
John.
Emmental and Proud.
This is a No Quesophobe Zone.
posted by The Last American at 9:04:00 AM
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Cheese yes. Peach margaritas? Never. I'm a Kool-Aid Plus man.
The actual term is not quesophobia. It's 'turophobia.'
Either way, ain't no cheese hatin' allowed round here.
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