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The overstuffed hippo is at it again! A huge attachment had almost stifled my overworked Hotmail account. May that rotten ass rot further in Hell!


Anonymous said…
Deep darling you break my heart with these cruel words and that too when I had just forgiven you for all the sins you have committed and atrocities you have carried out upon me. For once I was looking forward to living happily ever after. This is how you repay me for everything that I have done for you, for all the goodness and kindness that I have shown for you. “Overstuffed Hippo” is what you call me. I couldn’t believe my eyes when I read this. You want me to rot in hell. Could anybody be this merciless?
"Forgive him O Lord for he knows not what he writes."
Anonymous said…
Ooops....! Almost forgot to tell you that as a sign of my love for you which prevails even after going through these pain afflicting, heart breaking words that you have for me, I solemnly promise to regularly send you with the lovely E-mails that I have always been sending to you till death do us apart my friend. May God keep you happy and healthy.

Yours Truly,
Anonymous said…
Sam, c'mon give him a break dude.....he's already endured a lot in 2.5 years.....Vivek
Anonymous said…
Sameer Chaubal
Met Sameer in the lab. I'm very fond of this fellow. A gem of a guy!

posted by deepanjan at Tuesday, October 12, 2004 0 comments
Sangeeta said…
try Gmail. I'll send u an invite if u need one:D

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