After one has had a pint
, it is customary to indulge in some fine Indian cuisine. After a night of being generally mistreated by arrogant English customers, the staff of whichever fine establishment was frequesnted take solace in the fact that Punjabi Revenge will be taken out of the clients' asses.
Interestingly, by substituting all occurances of the word 'love' for 'curry' in the Johnny Cash song, "Ring of Fire", you will find that he is actually describing this phenomenon.
Today I have been less than productive in the office. This was mainly due to experiencing a spot of Punjabi Revenge. I would wager that I have spent as much time sitting on the toilet as at my desk. I also think my ring is bleeding. I genuinely wish I were dead.