Why does God hate me?

"He" doesn't exist. Cheese does. As a vegetarian with aspirations to be a vegan, I hate the idea of it but rather like the taste. I try not to let the thought of what it is sicken me because I've given up too many things I like, such as fish. "He" who doesn't exist only knows what's in some of the things I eat such as wheat that grows in fields. There used to be a veggie restaurant in Carnaby Street called "The Nuthouse" in the good old days. That's what marriage does to you; the pressure to be at least 1% sane.

Come to Quebec and have an authentic poutine with the squeaky cheese, you'll be able to taste starlight and think in the 5th dimension

Is it a lactose issue? Yez don't have Lactaid over yonder?

Cheese ... Doing Gods work

That's wacky sounding cheese.

Psychedelic cheese? 😳

There, there, there dear, tis alright, there is no god, everybody loves you but your digestive system definitely hates you...

Dayum cheese can do that ?

Lock the cheese up.

I've heard that in Springfield they're eating the cheddar, they're eating the edam, they're eating the brie. Goddammit!