Germany is now advising people to stock up on cheese and sausages. This is called the Wurst KΓ€se scenario.

That’s me in the corner, that’s me in the spotlight, spreading goat cheese on a bagel.

People will make you sad but cheese will always make you happy. The choice is simple.

In my defense, they burned my grilled cheese sandwich.

I would like you to meet my significant other. Her name is Cheese.

Whoever said diamonds are a girl’s best friend clearly has never met shredded cheese.

I’m 45% coffee, 40% wine and 6% cheese.

I don’t need therapy, I need a bagel with cream cheese.

According to this box of macaroni and cheese, I am an entire family.

I wish I could get a bouquet of mozzarella sticks.

Sometimes you just need to eat shredded cheese straight out of the bag.

Sucking melted cheese off the burger wrapper as God intended.

Much like lasagna, I’m just held together by cheese at this point.

I don’t know how to explain it, but sometimes cheese just falls into my cart at the grocery store.

I’m not a 10. I’m more like two 5s held together by cheese and chocolate.

When people talk about enriching their lives, I assume they’ve found a way to add more cheese.

My DNA came back saying I come from a wide selection of cheeses.

Vote for me and I’ll remove all the calories from cheese.

Love to go to hipster restaurants and eat half a grilled cheese off an old license plate.

When society eventually breaks down and we are left to rebuild civilization, I hope there are people who still know how to make cheese.