.....even though it's sorta redundant. I AM sorta a plaque for Kash Bowl bums - I just hang on the floor rather than a wall. Sorry if you haven't seen me recently, I've been attending to the cheese business lately. In my widespread and determined search for sources of new flavors, I recently spent several days in the ocean trying to find cooperative dolphins for dolphin-cheese. They were all very friendly, but I'm afraid I've ruined my reputation forever in their world. Finding a dolphin mother is hard enough, but dolphin breasts are dang near impossible to find. Once you've found them, how exactly do you milk them. You can't exactly put a bucket under her and start milking.....all you do is make cloudy water. Do you all see this big bruise on my ribs? That was my signal that the dolphin father thought I was getting a bit too friendly. When they smack into ya, it could make a huge shark decide to go elsewhere (check here). I'm gonna have to tell Ioannis to cross dolphins off our list of possibilities too.