(It is the last week of classes where all assignments are due before finals. My friend and I are texting each other during an all-nighter as we try to complete our massive workload.)
Me: “I’ve reached the point where I don’t care if my points are cheesy; it gets the job done.”
Friend: “No! Cliche is a far worse fate than death!”
Me: “I said cheesy, not cliche. I mozza ask you to pay attention.”
Friend: “Don’t cheddar question my logic if you know what’s gouda for you!”
Me: “Cheese, your logic would brie nothing against mine. My logic comes from years of experience and from age.”
Friend: “Cheese, look at you. It’s a marble you’ve gotten so far with such pule logic. Mine is so much feta.”
Me: “Hey, don’t get fraishe with me! You butter quit while your ahead and brie thankful I don’t come over and break your parm for sage-esting that you are more sharp than mycella.”
Friend: “I bow to you, that was a thing of beauty. Truly, you’re a provolone. Cheddar luck next time. Alright, cheese puns are becoming grating. Leyden to rest.”
Friend: “I agree, we cottage stop.”
Me: “That could have be said feta.”
Friend: “You’re swissing the point.”
Me: “I didn’t mean much parm, just telling you it wasn’t very gouda.”
Friend: “Aura, that’s enough! Sorry to perail your puns, but urda stealing half of them from telemea.”
Me: “Urda cheese string and using an encyclopedia.”
Friend: “I just know moale about cheeses than you!”
Me: “You mozza looked up a list because I cheddar heard of telemea before and found it online. On a seperate note, I think I can finally go to bed. Gouda night!”
Friend: “You’re done?”
Me: “Yup, cheese whiz! That took forever.”
Friend: “Congrats, have the best sleep ever!”
Me: “I curdle ask for a butter reward.”
Friend:: “You can stop with the cheese puns now.”
Me: “Nope, cheese jokes will stick around for awhile. I mozza sleep it off!”
