You know how things just pop into your head outta nowhere?
Well, last night I had a Chicken Tikka Chilli Masalla. Mmmmmmm, spicy nommage!
Now, we've all experienced the following mornings ringstinger and stream of unrinatory flame, but as I sorely hobbled into Starbucks this morning, bewailing my burning bot, when a question popped into my head.
Do you get curried cum?
Obviously, as a short, fat loathsome troll, my experience with The Ladies is somewhere in the dim in distant past, where The Xym was one of the svelt, handsome blokes unravished by time and the frequent beating by ugly sticks.
But there are them who manage to find a partner, and often engage in south of the border antics.
Clearly, there is an issue of the Indian Wind, dutch ovening a miasma of foul stench that would surely put anyone off early morning wood engagements, but upon issue, would there be spicy spunk scorching your internals?
I'm [reliably] informed that what you eat affects the taste, and judging by the ring of fire and pyrotechnic piddle, I suspects there may be a problematic ejaculate of lavafire.
Possibly.
Also, I recall on Saturday, a perfect Pretty passing a picture of people pooing (although I didn't see it myself). I've heard of this mythical "2 Girls 1 Cup" on the tellybox, making people scream in terror at the view. How much worse would it be if that was a freshly baked Bangladeshi Bhuna, or a Vindaloo poo?
Now THAT'd bring tears to the eyes.
or something.
But...
...ow...oooh...stomach cramps...
...if you'll excuse me...
I gotta [pebble]dash...
* insert Rik Mayall Bottom FX of cattle-proddy fartsplatters here *
