If Chad Kroeger was a cheese, he would be Danish Esrom. This cheese is like Havarti on crystal meth. You wrap a block of Havarti in some foil and leave it in your toilet tank for three years. Then you remove it and dunk it in gasoline. Then you light it on fire. When the fire has been extinguished, it’s ready to eat! Cut through the foil and the cheese. It will ooze a lot: this is normal. The smell will nearly bowl you over: this is also normal (some say “good”). Find some crackers, and enjoy!
Here’s a poem about cheese that if, set to music, could be a song. I’m not saying what kind of song. Oh! and check out the “literature” page at same site. There are lots of poems about cheese there. Stories, too!
This is some Esrom
and here is the lowdown on it.
Please note: this does not mean that I think Chad is “bad” or “rotten” or “smelly.” I merely illustrate a comparison between two things in this world for which I have no desire but for which some select (80,000,000, in some cases) people do. Isn’t life wacky?