My Cheesy Life

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Hello there guys.. I love cheese and i'm sure you love cheese too. There's nothing like it's taste... So delicious... I've had cheese ever since... i have no idea... as far back as i remember there was cheese. I never didn't like cheese and I never said.. this thing is better without cheese... Cheese is too good for not being eaten. If cheese appears in front of me... I won't eat it because i'm full but i will surely eat it later. So i'm going to guess that everyone here on mylot likes cheese. Maybe they can't eat cheese or some reason or another but i'm sure you like cheese. I've tried many cheeses and all of them are good. So like i had many experiences with different types of cheese. I can't remember clearly but i still can picture a little one time i had a problem with the cheese that wrapped with a red wrapping... I completely forgot what the problem was... Something like our visiting grandpa had his own cheese and our family had our own cheese and i was confused which cheese was owned by which person. But yeah... The solution was that the red wrapper cheese that my family had bought was higher quality and was more tasty. So from then on I didn't have that problem anymore. There was a time that cream cheese was all over our house. Whenever we ran out we just bought more! And we always buy bread too and when we are passing by the kitchen we just need to grab a slice of bread add cream cheese and eat our quick snack. It was so fun those days. There was so many food and cheese back then... But more recently me and my brother had a bad cheese experience. So we had this bar of white cheese. Like really big bar of cheese. About one foot long bar of white cheese. And we all loved this cheese so much. After many days of eating the bar of white cheese it became so little. Suddenly the small piece of cheese disappeared! Everybody thought that somebody had eaten it and everybody forgot about the small piece of white cheese... One day me and my brother found it! It was on the ref behind some can. So me and my brother ate it... But later we realized that dad was keeping that cheese for himself... And yeah.. bad experience. And the mystery of the disappearing cheese happened. So here's the thing. We are seven in our family and we divided one bar of cheese into seven so everyone had one each slice. And than six of us decided to make teams. Each team will have two members who will half their slice of cheese. So that makes four slices for each team. We were going to cook one slice with egg for each team now... cook another slice for the team later... And than each person will have one slice to eat any time they wish to... So each team cooked one slice of cheese with egg and everything went well. But when we were going to cook again something bad happened! 2 slices of cheese were missing!! The teams were questioned but yeah.. until now nobody knows what happened there, why two slices of cheese were missing. So my sister and I had to lose our individual slice of cheese. So I was sad and confused that day. Sad because I lose my slice and confused because I (and everybody else) had no idea what just happened there. So yeah.. That's my cheesy experience. Oh wait, just one more thing, there is some one that i used to know, we used to describe his face as 'cheesy', but now we describe him as 'Rice Boy'. hahahaha So that's my cheesy experience. How about yours?