Intern application
Someone sent me an intern application. I felt so powerful I went to the mall and bought myself a foreign watch.
This is just the beginning of the saga of my power. Soon, people will be sending me requests to get FDI proposals cleared, and I will eventually win the elections by a backdoor entry via Rajya Sabha.
For getting into Rajya Sabha, I am polishing my English.
This is just the beginning of the saga of my power. Soon, people will be sending me requests to get FDI proposals cleared, and I will eventually win the elections by a backdoor entry via Rajya Sabha.
For getting into Rajya Sabha, I am polishing my English.
posted by Witchy Man at 3:27 AM
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I must say that very small things make you feel important or good. That's nice to know! Reading your previous posts, especially on women, I thought you had sky high expectations :)
why don't you two have a cat-fight over me and put up pictures on flirk or utube?
thanks in anticipation for your cooperation.
hmm...
but This One ain't competition...or is there some fine print oopar i cannot understand?
Also a cat fight is way too much effort! My quota for ..err..non-inertia is blinking 47 times a day...Any other ideas?
p.s. could u please delete my previous comment? And not post this one??? I wrote in haste and am now repenting in MUCH leisure. i dislike all and sundry (even though they have the (good) taste/sense to read you) visiting my poor neglected flickr page. Many many many thanks in anticipation.
Not for nothing did I raise the point about sky high expectations...I guess your personal and professional expectations are not in sync. Both ways, you are an avoidable tragedy but that being said, your blogsposts while being loser like, are funny in an honest sort of way!
Not for nothing did I raise the point about sky high expectations...I guess your personal and professional expectations are not in sync. Both ways, you are an avoidable tragedy but that being said, your blogsposts while being loser like, are funny in an honest sort of way!
loser? or was that a typo and it's lover?
chiaroscuro-:-)see what a gentleman i am?
yes! i'm almost overcome with shock (and gratitude:D)
its such an oxymoron, you aren't becoming.. eww...Nice, are you?!? Now THAT would be tragic.
OR
you're being nice nice for t.p.
>>>i shall a bigger lovelorn wreck>>>your rotis wont get jhootha>>>i already have a shaadi doth come profile.lol.
no loser...it was not LOVER and I always conduct a thorough spell check before publishing anything!
again typo! ipshita, you are losing muscular coordination in love...
*for your eyes only*
again.
Much woes is the me!!!! Breakings bangles!!! You ares a gentlewomans!! I should haves known! :D:D:D
should have known*
not that i often develop crushes on women...how could i 'like' a mere man :D:D
(too much of the right literature at too wrong an age)
...and you are losing your mind in self obsession!
that's ok, i will be lighter by a few kgs. i don't need my mind for work or fun.
[do u still love me? let's meet at the horticulture garden flower fair in calcutta. u benagli, na? ipshita naam aar kee, banagaalee. bhalo dekhte tui?]
aami bhishon baaje dekhtey..kaalo, mota..everything you detest in a woman! Mental weight loss is not a good idea, boss considering that you are already quite famished in that department! How dare you stereotype bengalis as heading for the flower show at the horticultural society on a winter afternoon! We frequent other places as well, like movie theatres, bookshops, shopping malls, other fairs etc! We are just like other human beings! It's not fair to slot us like this!
Lexpo? Book fair?
Why do you think I destest kaalo-moto meyegulo? I never even said that.
I have once even kissed a kaalo moto chele ta but then he was a para dada and I didn't have a choice. We were drunk too, behind the pandal.
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