It was a cheese shaped like a bell.

Food is exciting and eventful.
At least for me it feels like.
It is so because recently all the major questions I've had have revolved around food.
What should I eat next?
What do I feel like eating next?
What is there to eat next?
and last but not least..What should I get to eat next?
or wait..should it be, What should I get next to eat..?
I'm confused.
Right now I decided to write my sentences in a form of a list.
(Write know I decided to right my sentences in a form of a list)
You know, hit the enter after each period I enter.
I like this.
So in regards to food, I had a peculiar weekend filled with wine and exquisite goat cheese.
I guess you could use the word exquisite also for the wine.
Yes, the wine was exquisite.
Anyhoe I ended up drinking with the biggest pussy #1 and the biggest pussy #2.
We each had about two bottles of wine per pussy(I'm including me just because of physical reasons).
And I can handle my wine especially if I drank it in a time range of 7-9 hours.
I mean, come on!
or is it C'mon?
But one of them got just too fucking emotional for me to handle and the other one got terribly shamefully bad at poker.
And the cheese was gone.