The Perfect Curry by Matthew
January 10, 2017. It was a cold, wet night. The weather reflects my internal mood after another long week at work, I start to feel a single tear well up in the corner of my eye, I try to hold It back but try as I might the tear reaches critical mass and spills over, sloping down my weary face, past the cheek, down the contour of my mouth and off the chin into freefall, bottomless, eternal freefall just like all of our pointless lives. Until ‘SPLASH’. The tear breaks joyously on the surface of my already overly- engorged phallus. The lubrication is heavenly, this truly felt like divine intervention.
Looking back on this diary entry it’s difficult to see how this relates to curry at all. So if you’re still reading this, what the fuck is wrong with you? But also, if you’ll indulge me, let’s spend a short while reviewing The Indian Queen in Wroxton.
Set just outside of Wroxton, The Indian Queen offers great food at fuck you prices. I’m just kidding, the food is good and the prices are better.
OK, so check back in soon and we’ll have more reviews in the coming weeks!
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