Oh how I miss the good ol’ days when the “Fine Cheese” Truck would make it deliveries around my fair town. Then those infernal Doritos came along and not only redefined our appetites for cheese, but also almost killed our friendly neighborhood policeman with their powerful crunch.
Yes, they were more convenient and and satisfying than gnawing on a hunk of Stilton while watching the game, but I do miss the human touch you got from a mobile cheese-monger. Simpler times folks. Simpler times.
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