The cow on the adorable, round, cardboard "Laughing Cow" box is laughing, because she is a deranged pathological liar. She is laughing and lying through her grass-stained teeth. How in the world can this little triangular, tidbit of creamy, cheesy goodness be only 35 calories? It can't be, right?! Either that or it is a seriously bad typo. How dare they attempt to fool us? I bet it is a terrorist plot to foil our dieting attempts, hoping they can ignite a fire from the friction produced by our chubby thighs rubbing against one another as we run back to the fridge to snag another. It's a plot I tell you!
So, in order to not fall into their e-vil grasp I will walk slowly to the fridge. I wouldn't want to unnecessarily run the risk of igniting a new pair of comfy jeans by racing to the fridge. Besides it wouldn't be dignified. I will saunter slowly, hoping to instead burn a few calories along the way. Rotten cow. I can hear her calling me from here...her muffled moo emanating from the fridge.
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