Actually, this was more like the Day After Cheese. A group of ladies from the office had a fancy cheese party last night and this was the leftovers. So much mold. So much fat. I don't think it is a coincidence that all of them were complaining about stomach pain later on in the day.
Come on, something called Triple Cream and it's from France? I worried about my arteries just standing near this stuff. I was wondering if I needed a breathing mask to make sure no stray molecules made their way into my system. I figure this stuff probably had some sort of half-life decay rate not unlike plutonium. Too much close exposure and your DNA gets rewritten.
Who was the first person to think, "Man, that shit looks nasty, smells like ass and has actual mold in it. Let's slap it on a cracker and go to town!" An idiot, that's who. Seriously, it's one step away from eating rotten food and calling it a delicacy. Ugh.
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