Like a cheese mountain, this one. Blessed. Blessed be the enormous cheese.
If instead of a tired old blog heading toward history’s dustbin, protein wisdom were to do something NEW and FRESH and EXCITING, like, say, CAT BLOGGING—only instead of a CAT, protein wisdom were to use a stock photo of PARMESAN CHEESE, #5!
My wife the catblogger is also a cheese fiend. I must direct her to these posts.
Ripley, you’re just grinding gears. Come on, now–ease up.
Ease up.
AS A CITIZEN JOURNALIST I MUST GO FOR THE JUGULAR AT ALL TIMES AND BE RELENTLESS IN MY OUTRAGE OR THE TERRORISTS WILL HAVE WON!
It’s hard to tell the difference between whimsy, disgust, and bitterness here.
I’ve been gone for a few days and now there’s cheese where there used to be Anna Nicole. How odd.
That Cheese thing was funny for about 15 minutes. time to move on dude.
He’s trying to break me, Rick.
I can feel my spine cracking, but I refuse to break. I must not break.
Looks like the cheese has you by about 15 minutes then, Rick.
Go cheese!
You’re too good for this (blog not cheese) medium.
The cheese makes me think of bananas, by the way. All true citizen journalists should get back to their true calling: letters to the editor.
As a postmodern deconstructionist, you really know how to cut the cheese.
I was hoping we could get off that square pants thing – but there you go – right there in front of us – leaving nothing to the imagination: ParmeCheese SquarePants.
If you think Protein Wisdom is ready for the dustbin of history, you’re just full of crap.
Trader Joes: great place for parmesean cheese.
Colorado is cruelly denied Trader Joe’s.