The Curry Lingers

Rule #3: Shit your pants. Be sure to put emotion into it, like it’s the best shit you’ve ever taken. Lots of grit, maybe some corn.

Don’t forget to drink the honey elixir of Athena’s nipples. After all, breast milk is just like piss, and 20 times more classy when drunken from a plastic container too. Always represent.

Rule #4: After someone shits on your threads/digs (clothes), make sure to dance (jiggy) it off onto the next person. Show that you took the being crapped on with pride. When life shits on you and just feels unbearably gross, don’t ever forget to dance.

Rule #5: Everyone fucks up this rule, it’s hard to think of numbers when you’re drunk. Hard to think of anything, except more alcohol. The drinks and food won’t stop coming, and life becomes so fantastically drunk.

Rule #6: I think you just have to drink some more, or eat a burger, I forget. But anyway, those damn eggs can suck sometimes. Those eggs with their so called conveniences. Those eggs with their planning and shit. Eggs can piss off anyone with their bragging/boasting/whining, but hey, at least you can fuck ‘em.

Rule #10: Same as 5. We all fuck it up, so just drink again. And maybe eat another burger for breakfast, for good measure.

Rule #11: Say hi, suck a huge one, let a load out. Learn the true meaning of the milkshake. But then again, nobody really knows the real meaning anyway, so make it up as you go along. And don’t forget to twerk for no reason.
Wait, new rule #11: do whatever you like, but be sure to make it nasty, harsh, and loud. Loud enough to wake up the sleepiest of huge and thriving metropolises from the town center, loud enough to do it from a bridge, loud enough to perhaps repeat rules #3 and #11 simultaneously. Do this so drunk that it requires many booze runs back and forth, and so fun that Athena’s nipple juice is but a snippet of the true awesomeness that exists in moments like this.

**Rule #11 note: Seriously consider learning how to twerk, for the sheer ridiculousness of it all. Hold competitions and everything. But whatever you do, don’t fuckin’ push the red button, you might get stabbed.

Rule #12: I think you drink.

Rule #14: Repeat rule #4 I think. After all, life can shit on you more than once, but never forget to take another drink and shake it all off with contagious laughter.

Rule #Who Cares: Rules are meant to be broken, that’s where all the fun lies, and that’s how moments never to be lived again gain their precious worth and value. Life is so drunk.

As the game ends, and as all the rules are forgotten, forget not that burgers can change the existential experience of all living creatures. Well, at least those burgers in the top 7 range.

Remember that the smell of curry made with love and laughs will linger in your mind forever. A good curry comes from letting the spices soak in. Like memories, curry becomes more potent with age. More delicious with each passing moment. Being able to look back on that curry helps you remember that life is one hell of a complex ride worth every single spice in it. Well, at least the smell of the curry will linger in your small apartment for a few days I think. You could also eat a life-altering burger instead.

Nipple elixirs, burgers (the burgers are so good, you may have the chance to taste them again or even three times on your way back home), and spices. It’s incredible what an intoxicating concoction all of these make. The best part is the recipe has built-in flexibility. Proportions are irrelevant, it’s the love you put into the meal that matters.

Rule #Last Rule: Those eggs, fuck them real good. Some eggs just don’t get it sometimes, that non-egg bonding can be some of the most powerful stuff on earth. And the sky cries as this truth is revealed.