The Cheese Man walked down the hall. All of a sudden a man tapped him on his shoulder. It was Cheese Man's best friend, Chet.
"Hey, cheesy, can I cut a square off you to put on my sandwich?"
"Sure!" responded Cheese Man, eager to help his friend.
Chet cut off a sizable lump of cheese from Cheese Man's shoulder, put it on his sandwich and took a bite. At the second Cheese Man's cheese contacted Chet's tongue he violently expelled it from his mouth in utter disgust.
"You taste like shit!"
Chet was unhappy.
"Sorry, Chet." Cheese Man apologized, disturbed by his friends shift in mood.
"Well sorry's don't fix my fucking sandwich, do they?!"
Chet threw his sandwich into Cheese Man's face and stormed off. Cheese Man watched as Chet walked away, he then went into a bathroom and sobbed whilst tearing off and eating chunks of himself.
"I do taste like shit!" lamented Cheese Man as wept into his hands, concealed from the world by nothing more than a flimsy bathroom stall door.
Friday, February 12, 2010
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