You know, I really like cheese. Of all kinds. Swiss, gouda, havartti, mozzarella, good ole (or is it godel?) cheddar, and many others. Cheese tastes extra good when you have some fancy crackers to put it on. And it is even better if you get to share with Chomsky because then you get to spread the joy of cheese to another individual. As well, bread and cheese can make a good dinner, if you haven't anything else to eat. Cheese can often lay dormant in your refrigerator merely waiting for the opportunity to strike! Or cheese can call you from sleep and rouse you from bad dreams. Cheese won't run off with your neighbour's pet German Shepherd, and cheese can be a real good listener if you feel like spillin' your guts about something you did when you were a child, or if you've had a bad at the office. Cheese won't say no when you ask it if it is a good idea to take an automatic weapon to your school or work place so you can make those bastards pay. And cheese always calls you the next day and knows exactly the right amount of lube to use on the strap-on. Yep. Cheese is some of the finest stuff around: it should be the measure by which currency is assigned value. Gee wizz, I really hate Cheeze-Wiz.
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