Friday, April 18, 2008

dear sexy cheesemonger,

Hey, remember that tall guy from this afternoon who awkwardly and perhaps creepily stared at you while his friends were innocently purchasing sandwiches? Well he'd like you to know that he would really enjoy having you grate artisinal cheeses directly into his mouth.

And no, that's not a euphemism for anything.

Unless you want it to be.

Your potential stalker,

1 comment:

Cheese connoisseur said...

I read your blog religiously; clearly fate has brought us together because YES! YES! I was every bit as riveted by your freakish gawkiness, glazed stare, and death rattle cough as you were by my cheesy aroma and manly scruffiness. Please come by the Creamery again so that I may grate cheese into your to speak.
Sincerely yours,