Wall cheese
When I was in Grade 11, a friend of mine purchased a chickenburger from the college canteen one lunchtime. Upon unwrapping it, he discovered it contained a slice of processed cheese. Not being a fan of the plasticated delicacy, he removed it from the burger and slapped the mayo-covered side against a concrete wall of the nearby building so it stuck there. When another friend arrived for lunch and asked whose cheese was stuck to the wall, Friend #1 pulled out a marker and wrote "This cheese is mine!" on it.

And there it stayed, come rain, come shine, come snow, for the rest of the year, withstanding the elements unchanging and proclaiming its message to the world. A photograph of the cheese even made its way into one photography student's end of year portfolio.

Sadly, when we returned the next year, the cheese was gone from the wall, presumably chiselled away by the groundsman. All that remained was one forlorn corner with the top of an "S" visible, amidst the lone and level concrete stretching far away.
(oball needs Satan more than he needs me, Wed 13 Oct 2010, 2:51, 2 replies)

Truth is stranger than fiction...
Unless you have young kids, you probably haven't seen / read "Diary of a Wimpy Kid". A strangely similar tale of abandoned but worryingly immortal cheese...
(moon monkey is busy making memories worth repressing, Wed 13 Oct 2010, 11:14, closed)

My ex
used to place processed cheese slices, in the wrapper, among my belongings to amuse himself. For example; between the pages of my diary, in my shoe, in my pillowcase, under my keyboard etc.

When I moved out, at least six months after we'd broken up, I found an intact processed cheese slice down the side of the bed. It hadn't changed at all. That shit is not food.
(clumsyeloquence is a girl, Wed 13 Oct 2010, 12:57, closed)