Well hello there. It’s me again, I’m just sitting here watching some playoff hockey. You know, just living my best life. Halfway through the gripping action I noticed i started feeling a little hungry. I had a craving, and I knew just what to do. I grabbed a bowl and poured me a box of Fuckin Cheez It’s.
I gotta tell ya. It really doesn’t get much better than this. Hockey and Cheez-It’s. It feels liberating. It’s almost like Cheez It’s are more than just a salty, crunchy snack. It’s like they understand everything that’s going on. And he wants to help.
Cheez It’s – “Hey Bud, I know you had a rough day, why don’t you come eat me.”
Me – “Ok”
Cheez It’s and I are kind of in a relationship now and i don’t care who knows it. We started doing everything together. Pottery like that weird scene from the movie Ghost.
And they even moved into our spare room. I swear I feel most at home when I’m lying in their cheesy toned arms.
But for real. You find me a person who doesn’t enjoy Cheez It’s and I’ll show you someone you shouldn’t associate with because they are clearly a serial killer. I’m not with that weird shit either. Nothing and I mean nothing is a better snack food than regular Cheez It’s. I don’t care who knows it. I’m a Cheez It Guy! Every other snack crumbles in comparison (See what I did there).
P.S Always looking for an official Cheese Cracker for the Warming Home, if this tickles your fancy Mr Cheez It, get at me.