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A very hot and spicy exotic curry dish

by matthew-scott-harris2p

Fit for an uber hearty monarch (analogous to butterflies in his stomach) that did shutterfly to give him a lyft as a once upon a time young boy king, when he lend leased his body electric, which did twitter got charged up to the tasty morsel dolled up courtesy, one his favorite scullery maids, who allowed, enabled and provided culinary indulgence to buzzfeed and breastfeed the wild beast, not only courtesy exquisite cuisine to boot, (but also an insatiable lubricious lust to devour fecund young lass) as the appetite for consumption within a royal supper fit for expanding pregnant girths nine months later regarding gravid state of umpteenth mistress, who experienced more then her fair share of indigestion after he over indulged courtesy feast comprised last hearty supper this fourth of January 154_, and (prepared to bed one of his favorite scullery maids) for future love's labour's lost making for a Leary king as yours truly being recounts espying linkedin as a figurative fly on the wall, and envisioned envying corporeal presence of him not a ghost of a chance he Henry the VI_ could/would suspect, an insect able, eager, ready and willing to detect videlicet his seminal charity, familiarity, insularity, linearity, oviparity me and Musca domestica regularity of lurching, flying, buzz feeding as pestiferous unpopularity towards us winged dung deeded insects similar to repulsion from general population of subjects as royal highness unwittingly reviled by the madding crowd, who thankfully passed away in fifteen forty blank, which spelled demise suspected from combination of organ failure (kidney and liver) due to his extreme obesity not helped by over indulging in Vindaloo, topped with rice, peas and black beans, plus rich, tangy, spicy curry sauce made from a paste of vinegar, garlic, ginger, and a blend of spices like chili, cumin, coriander, mustard, cloves, cardamom, cinnamon, often with onions, tomato paste, and sometimes coconut milk or tamarind, that coats the main protein like pork, chicken, or lamb as the main entrée topped off courtesy decadent high caloric food delicious, yet deleterious diabetic dues to pay for and dying to be eaten (by his despised highness) of the following treats - sweet Indian desserts, known as mithai, which come in countless varieties, but popular examples include Gulab Jamun (syrup-soaked fried dough balls), Jalebi (crispy, syrup-filled spirals), Kaju Katli (diamond- shaped cashew fudge), and Laddu (sweet balls made from chickpea flour or other ingredients) and other favorites such as Barfi (fudge-like milk sweet), Sandesh (chhena-based), and Kheer (rice pudding). weighed heavily on lovely bones contributed to bonafide dynastic fatality that good and plenty spread plus complications from chronic leg ulcers from a jousting injury, rather than syphilis as once rumored, though the exact cause remains debated, but final decline linkedin to coefficient (cove fish int) of comeuppance videlicet corrupted flesh involved obscene gluttonous poor king out causing severe illness, including inability to speak, likely related to uremia (kidney failure) decreeing petering out of good riddance The Tudor dynasty beginning with his grandfather, Henry VII, after his victory at the Battle of Bosworth Field in 1485, which ended the Wars of the Roses, nevertheless, the dynasty ruled England until the death of Henry VIII's daughter, Elizabeth I, in 1603 stopping in their tracks once inviolable bastardized genetic data breaches.
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