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Anonymous said…
can u download flash player from www.macromedia.com and forward me on
saurabhkumar@fastmail.fm
Anonymous said…
ok,forget it.
Anonymous said…
Sittu, I will you my official id if you so insist but, we have been donated a measly 100 MB and with the number of useless mails that we receive it takes merely a couple of days for it to fill up. If there is anything you wish to send to me, please send it to my yahoo id.
Anonymous said…
Hey, read this joke, it took me second to understand.


Donald Rumsfeld is giving the president his daily briefing. He concludes by saying: "Yesterday, 3 Brazilian soldiers were killed in an accident'

"OH NO!" the President exclaims. "That's terrible!"

His staff sits stunned at this display of emotion, nervously watching as the President sits, head in hands.

Finally, the President looks up and asks ... "How many is a Brazillion ??!"
Anonymous said…
A few days back, my Team (of 4 people) went to a restaurant to have lunch wid someone from our UK client. That guy also shared the same joke wid us. Its good.

sam: u may send ur official id thru posting here or if u want, mail it to saurabhkumar@fastmail.fm
Vivek said…
Seems like Bush is to the Western world, what sardars are to us here in India.

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