CHEESE!

Uh-huh, that’s right. How would you feel if someone tag you with a big block of cheese on your back – hailing you as the King/Queen of cheese? Hail to the cheese supremacy, I say.. as long as it isn’t blue cheese you’re tagged with.

Down in the dinghy, ladies and gents, cheese and cheese. Up and running for a fresh start, I’d suggest you to start writing more cheese – and voice’em out! Really really. Do it often – more often – until someone can finally (and you’d proudly accept) say “CHEESE! You’re it!”.

When words dont come easy,

Make some grub,

Play that slow jam,

Dice those onions,

Grill that chicken,

Work that sauce pan,

Grind that pepper,

Sprinkle a little cheese,

Serve on the bed,

With a neat little treat.

Home of Triangirl. cheese is all here. Venturing around this city checking out wdup with Jahcartah. So much going on, and there was ubercheese by the beach, what a gig.

As BOIX’s mentioned several posts ago, the dawn of cheese had begun. Really really.

Oh, somber, oh dearest, will you come to me via the Everest, as I’ll be waiting on my bestest, dress oh honor I bought the latest.

My heart beats for …

In the realm of fandom and obsessive-fixation upon a longed-for subject (such as Blueberry Cheesecake or a certain member of a retired boyband), it is the easiest, most convenient way -but nonetheless creepy at one point, when the receiver does not desire such notion, to say “My heart beats for _(insert subject name)_”.

Peasy, no? CHEESE!

My pumpkin pie! Hello, my sweet love, koochi-woochi cutey dove. Awh, thank you honey-buns. You sweetums you… oh you cheesums you!

This is BASIC cheese. If you’ve managed to pet-name your loved one(s) with oozing-adjectives without making ‘em puke (or even YOURself puke), congratulations, you deserve a pack of string cheese!

Dear world, as you know by now, if not only the third post, Boix is in fact and forever will be a cheese-master of level 69, if there is such level that’s worthy enough to describe his substantial ability in melting even the most awful smelling blue cheese can handle. However, today is not the day to point fingers at any particulars. Cheesers 3 times; as we are about to launch the grand, albeit modest, part of our quest of oozing. CHEESE! CHEESE! CHEESE!

What do we do here exactly? Nothing. What’s our purpose? Errrr… Huh? Exactly. Ooze Cheese Pwease!

It’s in us all, organica or robotica.

Since the dawn of time great poets roamed the lands much like the feeling of love. Even through evolution as all beings morphed but still this notion existed. Hey, Boix, what are you talking about you CHEESE! – Triangirl.

Here at cheesums, we work late, cause that’s when we get them killa inspirations and words of wisdom to inspire and make you desire. Now we’re unpacking our new site as fast as this blow torch can melt this pile of cheese. What blow torch? – Triangirl.