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Pig.

I just went for Indian buffet for lunch.

Now I’m ready to pass out from a butter chicken coma, and so bloated I may have to undo my pants (which is saying a lot, because these pants already happen to be a smidge too big).

But it hurts sooooooo goooood.

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5 Responses to “Pig.”

  1. dearheart Says:
    April 19th, 2005 at 1:31 pm

    Mmmmm…butter chicken! ;-)

  2. heather Says:
    April 19th, 2005 at 2:14 pm

    butter chicken. you’re so cruel.

  3. Rog Says:
    April 19th, 2005 at 4:20 pm

    Dearheart stole my line, so I think I’ll dream about Chicken Vindaloo instead. =P

  4. Lovewine Says:
    April 19th, 2005 at 6:41 pm

    Mandatory signage at any Indian restaurant upon opening in Vancouver…
    ‘Best Butter Chicken In Town’
    Its an institution.

  5. Peanut Says:
    April 21st, 2005 at 9:00 am

    Nnngha.. butter chicken.