The two of us used to have a roommate who was obsessed with string cheese. String cheese is one of those things that there’s a break point for acceptable obsession. You can like just up to a certain point, but any more and it gets weird.
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JIMMY: What is that?
RICK: Some string cheese I didn't finish.
JIMMY: You know that isn't a trashcan...
RICK: Don't be silly! I'm mailing it to the starving kids I sponsor.
BOY: Mama, what did the city boy send us?
MOTHER: Looks like the cow blew her nose.
RICK: Some string cheese I didn't finish.
JIMMY: You know that isn't a trashcan...
RICK: Don't be silly! I'm mailing it to the starving kids I sponsor.
BOY: Mama, what did the city boy send us?
MOTHER: Looks like the cow blew her nose.
