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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!

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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."
Friday, March 04, 2005 9:52:00 AM
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,
Sameer
Friday, March 04, 2005 10:36:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Sam, c'mon give him a break dude.....he's already endured a lot in 2.5 years.....Vivek
Friday, March 04, 2005 10:41:00 AM
Anonymous said…
Sameer Chaubal
Met Sameer in the lab. I'm very fond of this fellow. A gem of a guy!

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Friday, March 04, 2005 2:00:00 PM
Sangeeta said…
try Gmail. I'll send u an invite if u need one:D
Saturday, March 05, 2005 1:16:00 PM
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