String Cheese

I realized that im getting old finally....I dont string my cheese anymore....thats really the first sign. I dont have the time to slow down and string my cheese anymore. Thats a little pleasure of life that ive already forgotten. How sad is that? When i was younger i would peel away the thinest slices i could and eat them, but now i just gobble down the whole thing. Its so sad actually, knowing that i can no longer indulge in with of the things i loved so much as a child. But now I just go for the jugular of the cheese like a hungry cheetah. Yelling “fuck string cheese, I gotta eat this shit before the apprentice starts”. Oh well, at least I still wet the bed.