This is in memory of a small friend called Harold who, when very small, had a joke which he tried repeatedly. He would place the fist of one hand (representing the cheese) on the palm of the other and then ask his victim "Smell my cheese?" - and then biff them up the conk when they did.
For all those horrid questions we would rather avoid, but are backed against the wall - Harold, thanks for this t-shirt.
Friday, February 02, 2007
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