Who Ordered The Titty Leche Cheese?
Titty leche is having the best (or worst, depending on how you smell it) week ever! Late last week, a Kentucky woman was arrested for attacking a female police officer with her breast milk. If that female officer knew what was good, she would’ve pulled out a jar, collected that titty leche and used it to make a delicious cheese to spread on Ritz crackers. That’s basically what a NYC chef did with his wife’s nipple nectar and he even put it on the menu at his restaurant. OctoMom just pushed a baby, because bitch wishes she would’ve come up with this.
Chef Daniel Angerer of Klee Brasserie tells the New York Post, “It tastes like cow’s-milk cheese, kind of sweet.” After Chef Daniel blogged about it, he got a million calls from customers demanding a sample of his wife’s chichi cream cheese. Little did Daniel know that his “customers” weren’t wearing pants at the time of the call and were most likely making their own kind of milk while listening to him describe his wife’s breast milk in detail.
Chef Daniel went on to say, “The phone was ringing off the hook. So I prepared a little canapĂ© of breast-milk cheese with figs and Hungarian pepper.”
Daniel’s main supplier, his wife, is happy to help her husband out, but don’t ask her to pour you a shot straight from the tap. She said, “I’m not here to walk people through their psychological problems.” And two beats later, her husband said they are going to make a breast milk gelato next. They really make a great comedy team, right? The timing!
Daniel has the right idea, but he really should go all the way. Why waste precious minutes making cheese out of his wife’s breast milk. Daniel should just set up a booth on the street and let his wife squirt into Dixie cups. Better yet, go green and scrap the Dixie cups. Daniel’s wife can just squirt directly into the mouth. Give the sucio ass bitches what they really want!
By the way, I’m pretty sure Daniel’s baby is in a semi-catatonic state in the picture above. Homegirl is THIRSTAY, because her momma’s tete is dry by the time she gets to it at the end of the day. Get in line, baby!