tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737234699043019617.post8157104407345881311..comments2007-04-20T15:21:57.456-07:00GordoBloghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/05434742975623048346noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2737234699043019617.post-27750411850482338782007-04-20T15:21:00.000-07:002007-04-20T15:21:00.000-07:00My dad used to come home, with Limburger snuck in a paper sack, like an cheese alcoholic. My mom would immediately detect it, and send him into the garage, where he'd devour it with a lager and some kraut on a bun. Ahh, the memories of limburger!Trinhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02086274035245248733noreply@blogger.com