When I was asked in the workplace for a babybel I naively expected the reason would be for its second most popular purpose, eating. Oh how foolish I was; of course the request was for the primary purpose of using the wax to repudiate any and all embellishments accrued on the face of a set of teeth brace.
"Get me a babybel now" he cried.
Embarrassed was I?, hell yeah, I went as red as the wax itself. "Of course sir" I whispered, trying to hide my self loathing.
Clearly flummoxed I ran to the nearest grocers and picked up a met of the calcium enriched goodness, bringing them back to my Scottish quartermaster.
As I turned away relieved, suddenly a short shrill wave emanated from behind.
"What do you call this? A six pack"
"Is six pack wrong?" I asked
"The only six pack around here is mine!" he exclaimed, lifting up his tight blue shirt
"I need 96"
96? I thought why 96?
He added: " you know why I require 96. Because it is four shy of one hundred, and four shy of one hundred is what equals notches on my bedpost!
It is my lucky number, but not as lucky as theirs" he grinned to himself.
Hurriedly I took to the internet looking for the perfect mixture of circular cheese and 96 percentile. You cannot imagine the feeling of my nascent euphoria when I came across this fully formed, ready packed and descriptively accurate pack of joy. This box quite clearly saved my bacon, although some people might be surprised with his demands I am sure. You could even say, how dairy!
Pasteurised Cow's MILK, Salt, MILK Ferments, Vegetarian Rennet
