I found this picture on the blog of my buddy John. Hilarious, in a sick and twisted sort of way.
People in Wisconsin take cheese very seriously, but I have yet to see any playgrounds featuring this particular piece of equipment. Notice I said yet.
On March 17th, we're unleashing a crazy list of 100 things to do, make, or find. You'll have seventeen days to complete as many as you can. Pride and prizes are on the line, and the person with the most points shall be declared the winner and bestowed the title of Grand Shenanigator!
Wow – talk about a “grate” experience! While in Eau Claire this summer I had my first encounter with cheese curds. Everyone asked me if they “squeaked”! I kept asking, “When? When I bit into it? Is it supposed to squeak at me, ‘don’t eat me!'”
Ah yes, I learned early on in my Wisconsin indoctrination that the sure sign of a fresh cheese curd is that it squeaks when you bite it.
Great photo! Made me remember the feeling of my skin peeling off as a slid down a particularly hot slide in the summer. :0)
Opps – that should be “As I slid down a particularly hot slide.” Those dang typos!
Yeah, now THAT sounds painful!