Finger painted ones!
I have never met anyone who hated curry. It is a staple from India to Thailand to Japan and very sought after in New York City.
But Nate Tyler hates curry.
Why?
The smell of curry reminds me of finger-painted boobs. My dad is a hippie and when I was young we would regularly travel to festivals and fairs in Oregon. There was everything that you’d expect from hippie fairs. Music, arts and crafts, expressions of free love and finger-painted boobs. Topless women would wander around with saggy boobs and swirls of paint, rushing and whirling toward unattractive nipples. And everyone was eating curry. I loathed the sight of those finger-painted boobs and now I loathe anything to do with curry.
Oh. I would hate curry too.
Steph curry too?
chicken/beef/vegetable/fish/coconut/rice/ – oh shit a CURRY – paint – saggy boobs and nipples everywhere – oh a penis – thank god – i’m ok now