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Hey shredded cheese, guess what...you're not so fucking special. You're just regular cheese that's been put into tiny little pieces and put into a little plastic bag. You're not even necessary, you're a luxury. You don't have a soul. But for some reason, you get to take up 15 fucking feet of cooler space at my grocery store. Fuck you shredded cheese, they could be putting regular cheese in your spot! You know what? If I wanted to buy a pack of sliced mozzerella, I could put that on a pizza just as fucking easy as dumping your ass out.
I know what you're thinking. "Mike, what about the 5 cheese blend? You can't do that with blocks of cheese." Fuck you, I could too. It would just take a little elbow grease and a few extra minutes. And guess what...if I wanted to have a little extra ramono cheese in my mix, I could fucking do it myself. I don't need your rules telling me how much of each cheese goes into my mix.
So these are your choices. You can either give up some of your space at the store for some necessary fucking groceries, or you can lick my balls. Those are the ONLY choices. I will fuck you up in a way that no one will want to eat you again...even Rosie O'donnell, and that bitch will eat anything.
I know what you're thinking. "Mike, what about the 5 cheese blend? You can't do that with blocks of cheese." Fuck you, I could too. It would just take a little elbow grease and a few extra minutes. And guess what...if I wanted to have a little extra ramono cheese in my mix, I could fucking do it myself. I don't need your rules telling me how much of each cheese goes into my mix.
So these are your choices. You can either give up some of your space at the store for some necessary fucking groceries, or you can lick my balls. Those are the ONLY choices. I will fuck you up in a way that no one will want to eat you again...even Rosie O'donnell, and that bitch will eat anything.