Frozen peas

The best thing about Curry is afterwards. You've stuffed your fucking face with HOT shit (let's face it, it doesn't change colour or consistency - and sometimes fucking taste - from the time it goes in to the time it goes out). You've had the naan bread and that mint fucking sauce, and it's all over your shirt or whatever. And this is the bit that we all fucking love. The bit where you sit there and think FUCK ME, that nearly killed me, but I made it. I GOT TO THE END. I've been on the verge of fainting with sweat GUSHING off my fucking forehead, and made it to the end just so I can sit, drink beer and watch chimps eat NONcurrys. Yeah, yeah yeah I'm fucking purial and simple, and fucking shallow. But if you eat hot curries YOU know what the fuck I mean. Don't get me wrong, I'm no fire-eater. I'm fucking mid-range at best, but it's different for us all.

Somebody got fucked up outside while I was eating my curry. No fucking need.
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