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Wednesday, June 15, 2005

Shilling Cheese is the New Black

Just discovered the following gnostic text hidden in plain sight in the latest New Yorker magazine. The Illuminati thought they could slip this one by me. Ha! Not so! When it comes to detecting esoteric wisdom tucked in cheese, my eyes are like divine sniffer dogs. I am on to your ruse, David Remnick - if that is your real name.



Blogger OldHorsetailSnake said...

Boy this hacks me off! The goddam spin merchants won't let anything alone. "Emmi" my ass. Everybody knows it's emmenthaler, and that emmenthaler is good shit. Now they've sissified it with some damn Esperanto. I ain't buyin' it. No siree. Shiftin' my aim to liederkranz, right now. Crap, "Emmi." Might as well call it Elsie and say it was made of cow's milk instead of goat. Naturally, they'd have to spell it Elsee, dumb shits.

8:52 PM  
Blogger Bleak Mouse said...

I was rather more interested in the sliver of text to the left of the advertisement:

"Oh...ching my...ot to come..."

This is clearly a prurient text of the worst sort, and lends a sordid cast to the whole nasty business.

10:46 PM  
Blogger Shane said...

And following "Oh... ching my... ot to come..." there is the dark dark shadow of "hail the...". Hail the what?

This unnerves me. Sirs, I am shuffling, shuffling with great unease.

5:57 AM  
Anonymous LeeAnn said...

I don't remember authorizing any thing of that sort. All things cheese must pass through me.
That is not as scatological as it seems, please believe me.

6:38 PM  
Anonymous Rob said...

Who is this woman? How does she know which cheese I deserve? Do I have no say in the matter? Fuck her and her cheese.

1:17 PM  

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