Tuesday, December 22, 2009

Cheese!



George: I was free and clear. I was living the dream. I was stripped to the waist eating a block of cheese the size of a car battery.

Jerry: Before we go any further, I'd just like to point out how disturbing it is that you equate eating a block of cheese with some sort of bachelor paradise.

That could have been me. We visited the Tillamook Cheese Factory this summer, and I had my chance to hide away inside the factory and found my own primitive society based around the eating of cheese, but no, traditional domestic bliss called me home. Read about my adventures here. Look at my photos here. Next time, I stay.

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