why can’t i stop laughing
what happens at olive garden when theyre grating the cheese and you don’t say “when”
the waiter gets more and more concerned as the cheese starts piling up and you remain silent. they eventually plead with you to stop this madness and just say when, but you hold firm. olive garden fills with cheese, killing everyone in the building as cheese begins to pour out into the street. the world floods with cheese. all is cheese.
i can’t say i’m handling this whole vegetarian thing well