Cheese release me!

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Cheese release me!

Feel free to discuss your cheese addictions here. No one will judge you. No one will laugh or make insulting remarks. Cheese abuse is going on in thousands of homes across the UK. It’s time we got this evil out into the open. Only by sharing our experiences with cheese will we ever be able to really free ourselves from it’s vicious grip.
I find it too difficult to divulge all of my cheese related incidents. I hope that, given time, and with the help of other victims that I will one day make a full recovery. I have been ‘cold cheese’ now for two weeks. It’s hard people. The craving, for Cheddar especially, is still very much there. Sometimes, when the craving is really bad, I sniff my boxer shorts. I’ve even sniffed other peoples. I know I have a problem but at least I’m fighting it. Why did god have to make our male genitalia smell of cheese? This is a sick world but I am intent on finding a cure.
I may not post here too often as the memories and flashbacks are sometimes just too much to take. Perhaps I am alone here in my cheese addiction and responses will be few. All I ask is that you think of me with affection rather than disgust. I could be your brother, I could be your son, I could even be your Father. Cheese addiction knows no boundaries. And neither does my will to succeed in ridding myself from this terrible plight.

Sneak.

Danny La Rue
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Francesco Zola Great Player. Great Hair. Panto Approaching Danny
Sneak
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Forgive me people. It would seem that my earlier rant about cheese was somewhat premature. It would appear that I somehow mistook cheese for cannabis. It’s an easy mistake to make I guess? How many times have you attempted to role a joint only to find that you’ve accidentally made a cheese on toast snack? I now regret my admission to cheese related crimes and would appreciate it if you could just ignore my earlier message. I do occasionally sniff my underwear but only in the interest of personal hygiene. I have found this whole episode very embarrassing and will no longer trouble ABC with my cheese related ‘poetry’ All my deepest regrets, Sneak.
Danny La Rue
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Sneak You are forgiven edam bollocks. Danny
Cheeses Of Nazareth
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Go forth and multiply.
Andrea
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Christ (forgive pun), I sincerely hope not, given Sneaks predilection for unsavoury underwear...
Mark Yelland-Brown
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I feel so responsible for encouraging this maniac!
Yank Donignacio
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It's okay, Mark Yelland-Brown. I like it! :)
Cheeses of Nazareth
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My daddy, we call him the Big Cheese, just told me to tell you all: Upon this crock I shall build my church.
Rocky IV
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Hi cheeses of Nazareth. were you the lead singer in the band? - the high pitched voice, hair over face like all those other great singers? perhaps you will inherit your girth. you're a bad bad boy.
Lisni
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I like cheese
Jozef Imrich
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I only like cheese that smells worse than my father' socks. I seem to have a fettish for sneaky fetta as well. Where would world be without smelly cheese? I cannot imagine a world without rusty nails sticking out from the virginal white cheese emitting pollution that puts cities' rush hour to shame.
The Gorgon Zola
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i had an away day to abc t'other day and i encountered some cheese, sprawled on the pavement, right outside the cherry palace. i immediately wrote to the director of literary cleansing... dear sir/madam sneak cheesy words, how absurd, ever stirred for a bird like mi. flowers doing light my fire tale-bearers doing nought but tiring odes to love n lettuce poetic cheese is such a menace the new terror of the di. bread earth guillotine it soon and head for worth ps: "une oeuvre d'art est un coin de la creation vu a travers un temperament." gorgon Z chop chop
justyn_thyme
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I well remember limburger cheese. When I was a little boy my parents would invite their friends over for New Year's Eve or some other special ocassion. Along with the ham, baked beans, etc etc they would bring out the limburger cheese. Everyone would go "oooohhhh nooooo" and make jokes about how it smells like s**t and why would anyone want to eat it. Then everyone would take a slice anyway, put it on a slice of pumpernickel bread with some mustard and onion and wash it down with beer, laughing all the way. I never liked limburger myself, and for that matter, the only place I've ever even seen it in a shop is in my home town of Cincinnati, Ohio. Still, it brings back good memories of being a little boy with my mom and dad having fun with their friends. At the same time, I am in no hurry to go out and buy any for myself. Sometimes it is best to leave well enough alone.
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