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i usually, just get tortured, by thinking about pickled chiilies;   oh come on... the crunch? wouldn't that    bother you... conjuring up a kebab... and some mint sauce, with a variety of vegetables? cucumbers, tomatoes, onions, cabbage... the **** do they add to the pita enclosure? ****           o.k., i get the need to reiterate they're sweet spainish onions...           no peppers...     red cabbage, not white cabbage... no raw garlic... but garlic is the fundamental garnish however you think about a turkish kebab... same category as coriander... this is becoming silly... like me in a subway buying a sandwitch... the question... what toppings? ah... **** can't be bothered to choose... slap all of them into the bun; what, even the black olives?! ah... whatever, yeah. i still won't be able to conjure up the turks' combo veg addition to a kebab... it's the pickled chillies...        it's torture, not conjuring them up, sometimes; o.k., who the **** sprinkled salt,             on my tongue?!
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May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
pickled green chillies + cream mint sauce + kebab meat (and an assortment of fresh vegetables... esp. spanish onions)
i usually, just get tortured, by thinking about pickled chiilies;   oh come on... the crunch? wouldn't that    bother you... conjuring up a kebab... and some mint sauce, with a variety of vegetables? cucumbers, tomatoes, onions, cabbage... the **** do they add to the pita enclosure? ****           o.k., i get the need to reiterate they're sweet spainish onions...           no peppers...     red cabbage, not white cabbage... no raw garlic... but garlic is the fundamental garnish however you think about a turkish kebab... same category as coriander... this is becoming silly... like me in a subway buying a sandwitch... the question... what toppings? ah... **** can't be bothered to choose... slap all of them into the bun; what, even the black olives?! ah... whatever, yeah. i still won't be able to conjure up the turks' combo veg addition to a kebab... it's the pickled chillies...        it's torture, not conjuring them up, sometimes; o.k., who the **** sprinkled salt,             on my tongue?!
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May 27, 2017
May 27, 2017 at 7:35 PM UTC
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