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It stinks

Why the hell do some people have to screw up their lives when they are at the very onset of their careers? What could be the inescapable allure of getting drunk each night and then surreptitiously spending time in the terrace, hoping to lessen the foul smell? Who do these people think they're kidding when they concoct the stupidest of excuses for coming home late from work?


I have no pity for such shameless creatures and hope they perish. What a waste of human resource!


saurabh said…
Math pee ghalib sharab masjid mein baith kar
Math pee ghalib sharab masjid mein baith kar
Ek hi botal hai, kahi khuda na maang le..
wah wah....

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