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Enough of mental mucus. Stop this humbug!

I refuse to be bogged into this 'national' mess any furthur. While it's heartening that even the most innocuous of postings can evoke such spirited responses, entropic discussions peeve me and affect my nerve. Anyway, I'm not answerable to anybody & do not expect others to subscribe to my school of thought. Let's bury the hatchet and steer clear of this issue.
BTW, Anon's BOW-WOW easily gave away his breed and nationality! No wonder he prefers the cloak of anonymity.

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saurabh said…
i suspect santosh as the brain behind Anon. Seriously dude, had you tried anything unmentionable with that poor guys during your stay together???
Wednesday, March 16, 2005 9:01:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Anon: But look who is the chicken. To explain what I meant in your language: - COCK-A-DOODLE-DOO to you.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005 11:10:00 AM
Anonymous said…
You dare not take up such a topic again. You may not be as lucky at being an escape artist the next time.
Wednesday, March 16, 2005 11:21:00 AM
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