Well it all starts with a bit of cotton or alot for that matter... you take the end not the other end, just the end and hold it... and my grandmother used to tell me that she loved me dearly but she never taught me how to make cheese, lucky cause she wasn't a real good cook..................... to be continued....
Hey there you young whipper snapper! Did I ever tell you the story of my first ramble? I remember my first ramble. It was back in the summer of sixty-four, or sunny-year-mas as we called summer at the time. Anyway, I was rambling about my hat to Neil Armstrong, who said he had been on the moon but I knew it was fake and they were really on Mars. Anyway, to the point, I was rambling, which was called... Hey, wake up!... thank-you. Anyway, that's the story of how I discovered cheese.
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