All over at Overundersley - or - The Death of Reason

I regret to inform you that intelligent discourse is now dead. No more will the polite niceties of ordinary life be observed. One Theodore K Oversundersley the Third has seen that!

I know that you are well aware of my fondness for cheese and part-time underwear models. Well, I plucked up my courage and made an attempt to launch a career as a cheesy part-time underwear model. And... no, it's just too shocking, too painful. I cannot let you see. No matter how you persist. Even if you beg.

Oh, if you must. I see that I cannot dissuade you. Just take it and see for yourself the ugliness of the world. I just can't say anymore, except maybe that depending on your browser, you may need to click the image to open it in separate window and then enlarge it.





My reply was as symbolic as it was elegant – a sampling of small Goudas and a smattering of those little Cheddars – sharp! And my answer? Nothing! No, not even a simple thank you for the baby cheeses!