I was talking to the Man in the Moon last night. I asked him,
Hey dude, what's your deal with cheese?
He replied,
I hate the stuff. I'm more of a kebab man.
Puzzled, I pressed him,
But you're made of cheese, right?
That was a lie started by the government to make use of surplus supplies of milk.
he responded.
I was intrigued,
So, where do you buy your kebabs?
The Man in the Moon laughed,
You do realise you are talking to yourself and I do not exist?
He was right,
I'm not touching **** ever again.