The two of us used to have a roommate who was obsessed with string cheese. String cheese is one of those things that there’s a break point for acceptable obsession. You can like just up to a certain point, but any more and it gets weird.

↓ Transcript JIMMY: What is that?

RICK: Some string cheese I didn't finish.



JIMMY: You know that isn't a trashcan...

RICK: Don't be silly! I'm mailing it to the starving kids I sponsor.



BOY: Mama, what did the city boy send us?

MOTHER: Looks like the cow blew her nose.



