Old Cheese

I would love to work with fat kids.
-Monica
As you can imagine, last night's softball/beer party was a smashing success thanks to Monica's irrepressible urge to tell us what she really thinks.
But before anything else came the debacle that was after known only as The Cheeseball Incident of '05.
Monica to Dan: "We grabbed neighbor balls."
I ran for paper and a pen. When I returned to document that classically simple first quote of the night, I discovered the balls had gone bad.
They were aged.
Not in the good fromage way. In the year-old-not-that-great-to-start-with-and-anyway-they're-artificially-orange-but-I-mean-I'll-try-them way.