I never wanted to buy cheese, anyway. I wanted to be a lumberjack.
I'm going to misconstrue the hell out of that comment. ;P Well, it's a long story, but it involves two nuns, a moose, and about three pounds of crisco. (Or just a lovely holiday with my partner, your choice. :v )
Hey, not just two! The janitor will probably be there, as well! Ah, I'm not a great singer either; more of a dancer. :3
It makes me feel...peckish. Esuriant. 'Ee, ah wor 'ungry-loike, in a nutshell. And I think..."A little fermented curd would do the trick!". I want to...curtail my Walpoling activities, sally forth, and infiltrate your place of purveyance to negotiate the vending of some cheesy comestibles! ... I want to buy some cheese.
It fits well enough. Spicy, likely to burn, and banned in Canada!
Attend Claire's musical night again tomorrow, for her rendition of "Darling Lili"!