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We had ended up back at the house, and I watched as Sarah looked through the kitchen, moving around from the pantry to the fridge.

"Sarah, what the fuck are you doing?"

"Do you know what happened to that block of harzer cheese that my brother brought us when he got back from Germany?"

I quickly realised the plan.

"Sarah, no."

She was referring to the biggest block of the most foul, rancid smelling cheese that you could possibly imagine.

Sarah's brother, Ryan, went to travel through Europe last year, and while he was in Germany he met this woman there, and long story short  he ended up staying there for her, for a bit longer than he anticipated. Ryan finally came back at the beginning of this month and ended up bringing Lina, (the woman he met), back to America with him. They're still together, and they live in an hour or two outside of Seattle. We see them from time to time, when Ryan comes to visit Sarah.

When he came back, he brought gifts back for everyone. For Sarah and Ryan's parents, he brought back beer steins, for me a brought a black Ampelmännchen t-shirt, which just has the symbols that are shows on the lights on pedestrian crossings there, and finally, for Sarah, he brought her back a big, smelly block of cheese.

It smelled so terrible that it stank up our entire fridge, so we decided that we just had to get it over with and start eating away at it- just throwing it away would be a waste, and nobody would want it purely because of the smell.

But because the block was so massive and the cheese smelled so bad, it's been taking us forever to eat it. We had barely reached half way the last time I had some.

I wasn't sure exactly what she wanted to do with the cheese, but based on the smell alone the general idea was pretty obvious.

She turned around and the most innocent look that she could come up with was plastered on her face. It only lasted a second before she smiled again. "No, what?" She turned back around and continued rummaging through the fridge and moving things around, determined to find the cheese.

"What the hell do you think you're gonna do with it when you find it?"

Instead of responding she just held her arms up in victory, and let out a cheerful laugh. Putting her arms back down, she reached into the fridge and pulled out the cheese.

"I am going to finally put this cheese to good use, and you are going to help me." She closed the refrigerator door with her foot and started walking out of our apartment.

Sarah got to the car before I did, and when I finally did arrive there I discovered her sitting with the air-conditioning turned up as hot as it would go and put on full blast, with her holding out the cheese in front of one of the vents and slowly rotating it to heat it up.

As confused and irritated as I was from being left out of whatever she was planning, I couldn't help but chuckle at the sight.

However any amusement that I had was destroyed the second I opened the door.

The smell of hot vomit and rubbish jumped out at me from inside the car, and I tried my best to hold out a gag.

Punching my nose and squinting my eyes, I spoke to Sarah.

"Sarah, what the actual fuck are you doing?" Another gag.

"I'm heating up the cheese." She stated, as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.

"I can see that asshat, but why must you do it?"

"It makes it smell worse." Clearly. Now it was her turn to gag.