I have the cheese.

[deleted3995701]

With the cheese near by, do you really think I'm going very far away? Allow me to demonstrate.

Now you see it.
Now it's gone and I have it.

 

[MASSIVEPKGO_CHUCK]

Being the owner of several Oleocapsicum products, in the industrial strength version, I can tell you that fire ants and OC don't mix. However OC and your eyes DO...which I'm sure that by now, you realize that. Can't find the cheese? That's because I took it, while you were squinting and crying...see ya!

to coin a phrase.....I gots it!

However, you are no better at recognizing a double cross now than you were when this thread 1st started,so I'll give you the unabridged version; the cheese really was in my possession when you cut into it's mock up, thus triggering the skunk smell squib that completely soaks through your authentic SLASH TOP HAT.

I have the cheese and BOS outta here for PP and me to depart for a lovely vay cay.

 

[MASSIVEPKGO_CHUCK]

With the cheese near by, do you really think I'm going very far away? Allow me to demonstrate.

Now you see it.
Now it's gone and I have it.

Hope you enjoy bazooka trots cause that one was loaded with a diuretic that'll loosen your last five days dinner. As you weaken from lack of sodium and electrolytes, I casually ride by with the cheese in my sidecar.

 

[deleted3995701]

which promptly breaks away, spins around and rushes me to the Canadian hospital where I wait for 8 hours until I can be seen by a nurse who will tell me the doctor should be coming on shift in 4 hours at which point I'm left to my own devices but if I leave the hospital for any reason I have to start the wait over again. So I stay and get made well again for free with decent, not great healthcare and a slap on the ass telling me to walk it off. When I head outside, I see the sidecar parked in a drop off zone so now I have to pay a ticket before I leave so I grab the cheese, pay the ticket, lie to the sidecar and ask it to make a coffee run while I escape to Peru with the cheese.

Whatcu gonna do? I have the cheese.

 

[MASSIVEPKGO_CHUCK]

which promptly breaks away, spins around and rushes me to the Canadian hospital where I wait for 8 hours until I can be seen by a nurse who will tell me the doctor should be coming on shift in 4 hours at which point I'm left to my own devices but if I leave the hospital for any reason I have to start the wait over again. So I stay and get made well again for free with decent, not great healthcare and a slap on the ass telling me to walk it off. When I head outside, I see the sidecar parked in a drop off zone so now I have to pay a ticket before I leave so I grab the cheese, pay the ticket, lie to the sidecar and ask it to make a coffee run while I escape to Peru with the cheese.

Whatcu gonna do? I have the cheese.

Easy enough I wait for TSA to stop you with the cheese at the gate since you have something that cannot be stored on a plane like that and could possibly have contaminants and poisons and other infectious things on it. But I'll take it back and put it into a nice secure bag and make my way off to a private airstrip owned by me and take off with my PP to an unknown island in the Philippines so now I have the cheese still! LOL

 

[deleted3995701]

Continues through the airport and wonders why a tax free savings account is trying to stop me. I allow you to steal a fake cheese and continue on with my plane. Peru is nice this time of year. I still have the cheese.

 

[bigboy9239]

LOL...oh, you silly.....Peru is OK...but Colombia is even better...Have you even seen the women there? Marone! Once ole Chuck realizes that he has been hoodwinked, bamboozled, led astray.....and blindly accepts the fact that his cheese is not what it seems...he will be fine, as he is on a plane to the phillipines...and the cheese is right here in the USA! Yep..you know it!

 

[MASSIVEPKGO_CHUCK]

Continues through the airport and wonders why a tax free savings account is trying to stop me. I allow you to steal a fake cheese and continue on with my plane. Peru is nice this time of year. I still have the cheese.

Very nice attempt, but along with double cross, I also am a master of switcheroo when it comes to my cheese. You get the point when two hulking ex female wrestlers turned TSA guards grab you by your twig and berries as the contaminant alarm goes off from the phony cheese I planted on you when you tried talking your way out of it.
I proceed to my privately owned airstrip and secure the cheese and am still off, while you get your rectum roto rootered by the Sasquatch TSA.
I have the cheese.

 

[MASSIVEPKGO_CHUCK]

LOL...oh, you silly.....Peru is OK...but Colombia is even better...Have you even seen the women there? Marone! Once ole Chuck realizes that he has been hoodwinked, bamboozled, led astray.....and blindly accepts the fact that his cheese is not what it seems...he will be fine, as he is on a plane to the phillipines...and the cheese is right here in the USA! Yep..you know it!

Patently, you still don't remember who can double cross and switch cheeses 'cause the real cheese is still aboard my private jet with me, and all you got is a soggy SPONGEBOB SQUAREPANTS doll.

 

[deleted3995701]

I happily take their roto-rooting and ask for seconds. The hulking man-beast known and Hamfist lumbers into the examination room and the last thing heard before the scene goes dark is the door closing and a loud scream of extasy.

When your wrestlers turned TSA agents return, I'm having a smoke in the chair while Hamfist is rocking in a sex swing with my other fist up his ass.

Shocked and in awe of what I've managed to accomplish, the TSA agents give me access to strange otherworldly equipment that teleports the cheese back to me. I watch as your plane leaves knowing that the cheese is mine and you have a 17 hour flight to the Philippines.

In the meanwhile, several beautiful swimsuit models are escorted on to the plane to fuck and suck you until you're happily done with them. Does the cheese really matter that much? The cheese that I specifically have and you do not?

 

[MASSIVEPKGO_CHUCK]

I happily take their roto-rooting and ask for seconds. The hulking man-beast known and Hamfist lumbers into the examination room and the last thing heard before the scene goes dark is the door closing and a loud scream of extasy.

When your wrestlers turned TSA agents return, I'm having a smoke in the chair while Hamfist is rocking in a sex swing with my other fist up his ass.

Shocked and in awe of what I've managed to accomplish, the TSA agents give me access to strange otherworldly equipment that teleports the cheese back to me. I watch as your plane leaves knowing that the cheese is mine and you have a 17 hour flight to the Philippines.

In the meanwhile, several beautiful swimsuit models are escorted on to the plane to fuck and suck you until you're happily done with them. Does the cheese really matter that much? The cheese that I specifically have and you do not?

Actually the REAL CHEESE never left my side or for that matter the cargo hold of my jet; you've been stuck with the cement filled, skunk spray one, and patently you didn't read; private airstrip and it means only I board it and no additional passengers, so your RUPAUL'S DRAG RACE rejects are marching back to your flight and amazingly holding it in place l
Whilst miles away i roar off into the skies with PP and the cheese whilst you have your ass kicked violently and very painfully.
I have the cheese

 

[bigboy9239]

LOL..you see this chemical structure? Its the chemistry of Cheese. And do you see what the main elements are? Nitrogen.....and Oxygen. the symbols are N and O. That's right...even chemically...its telling you NO...,. you don't have the cheese. See that NH? That's Nitrogen and Hydrogen.....which is also the symbol for New Hampshire. Which is where I am, with the golden goodness. Yum!

 

[Motion-of-the-Ocean]

 

[deleted3995701]

Right here.

*runs away with the cheese*

 

[MASSIVEPKGO_CHUCK]

Right here.

*runs away with the cheese*

Only to run into a giant gong that springs out, leaving you dizzy and delirious, whilst i nab my cheese & supersonic BOS out of there. The cheese is mine.

 

[deleted3995701]

Someone forgot to account for the change in weather patterns and ran into severe turbulence. It's a shame the Cheese fell out but I rescued it and now were going to Bora Bora.

 

[bigboy9239]

Leaving the country with my cheese is more like boring boring....or Boing Boing, which his the sound your noggin makes when the lightning from my Tesla coil zaps you....you fall down paralyzed, and I now have the cheese.

 

[deleted3995701]

The cheese falls ethereally through your hands and vanishes before your very eyes. I have the cheese is written in blue ink on a yellow sticky note discarded on the ground.

 

[MASSIVEPKGO_CHUCK]

Someone forgot to account for the change in weather patterns and ran into severe turbulence. It's a shame the Cheese fell out but I rescued it and now were going to Bora Bora.

Fell out of WHERE, dude?It was in my hands and not on a plane, rather secure like and in a protected bag, so you screwed it up. The cheese never left my side and is still mine.

 

[MASSIVEPKGO_CHUCK]

which promptly breaks away, spins around and rushes me to the Canadian hospital where I wait for 8 hours until I can be seen by a nurse who will tell me the doctor should be coming on shift in 4 hours at which point I'm left to my own devices but if I leave the hospital for any reason I have to start the wait over again. So I stay and get made well again for free with decent, not great healthcare and a slap on the ass telling me to walk it off. When I head outside, I see the sidecar parked in a drop off zone so now I have to pay a ticket before I leave so I grab the cheese, pay the ticket, lie to the sidecar and ask it to make a coffee run while I escape to Peru with the cheese.

Whatcu gonna do? I have the cheese.

Do you even know WTF I meant by "sidecar"? a motorcycle sidecar!!!

Therefore, the peyote you got from Willie Nelson's pot shop at the airport has made you incredibly dizzy. I still retain the cheese and all you have is a faux cheese made of super EX LAX.