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Score:3, Interesting

My first comment on a news article published in Slashdot has received some interesting replies.

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Anonymous said…
You stinking piece of shit languishing in the stinking drainage system of Bangalore your blog stinks.
Sebastian said…
Do you mind sharing the link of the news article you are talking about. I thought you new better than just giving a link to slashdot.org
Deepanjan said…
2 Anon: You praise me to the skies! Thanks!
Deepanjan said…
Comments are ephemeral in Slashdot, but posts in my blog are permanent! There would be broken links, do u get it?
Anyway, this is what u do:
1. Visit the site.
2. Search for India.
3. Choose the top search result.
4. You're there!
Deepanjan said…
Here's the link:
http://it.slashdot.org/comments.pl?sid=160013&cid=13395770
Ferg Speaks said…
Hey Deepanjan. It's Ferg from The Word From Ferg. I'd like to thank you for your helpful message.
I am an Australian writer, political satirist and producer.
I like your site.
Thanks once again.

Rock & Roll,
The Ferg
Deepanjan said…
Ferg, it was a pleasure helping a fellow blogger!
Anonymous said…
Hey, I am also a fellow blogger. Plz help me out by sharing the mobile number of ... u know.

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