You can put it where you want, just don't call it cheese. I think of it as a nostalgic piece of gunk that pays homage to really poor taste. It deserves it's place of honor with boxed macaroni and cheese and canned soup casseroles.
Rfujitani, you nailed it. Pour up a Flintstone jelly goblet full of that foil bag wine and put your feet on the coffee table.
That coffee table on which your feet are resting no doubt has 17 Budweiser Beer labels, which track the label changes since 1967, laminated under 26 layers of varnish, right?
You would speak of the sacred beverage of Nascar that way? Some of the Bud labels have been crotcheted into caps. I just don't know if the coffee table with 26 layers of varnish is in a single or double-wide.
See, actually they are both undergoing psychotherapy, but they found out it is much cheaper--and a heck of a lot more fun-- to free-associate here than to go to a shrink.
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