Perhaps, just maybe, I might have actually enjoyed that Wispride cheese spread. It had a certain allure that piqued my interest, but alas, it had already vanished into thin air before I stumbled upon the forsaken crock that would soon become my trusty storage companion. You see, this crock served as a cozy abode for my collection of dice, pens and pencils, assorted change, rubber bands, and a whole array of other nifty knick-knacks that found solace within its ceramic embrace. It was a robust vessel, so well-crafted that I truly believed it would withstand the test of time and endure indefinitely. However, my heart sank one fateful evening when, after returning home late from my job at the local video store, I discovered the shattered remains of my faithful crock sprawled across the floor next to my desk.