This strip revolves around one of my trips to work. My GF, Devan and I spotted a sign warning adults that the slang word for heroin is “cheese”. Seriously! Cheese! How stupid are today’s parents that they have to be physically told this. Unless their children and their friends are some sort of crazy dairy connoisseur, you should know something is up when they tell you that they are going out with their friends to “score some cheese”, or some other insane scenario. The fact the kid would feel he could mention such a topic with or without code words should make you question your parenting skills to begin with… unless you’re listening to your child’s phone conversations… then that’s a whole nother bag of worms there.
In short, cheese is a stupid code word. If the kid was really smart, he’d just tell his parents he was going to the movies, and leave it at that.
I like cheese… especially Swiss. It goes nice on a hot turkey sandwich.
Like Shelly, I prefer a good Mozzarella.
A nice Muenster or Provolone. Too bad I can never find any. The sadness of a small town…
Mozzarella for the win.
I prefer a good mix between cheddar and mozzarella
Man, what’s with people and their odd slang these days?
But like Shelly, I like mozzarella.
Hm…I suddenly feel like getting some sliced cheese. Anyways, June puts WAY too much thought into things. IS IT SO WRONG TO WANT SOME GODDAMNED MOZZARELLA!?
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Heehee.
I just found your webcomic. I have to say, aside from the occassional joke that doesn’t go over-the-top enough (Mini-Reapers eating Shelly’s vagina wasn’t very funny due to the lack of over-exaggeration–it was just sad and disturbing, really), this Webcomic, particularly with this particular page I am commenting on (the cheese was the real initiator), is excellent.