Friday, February 6

WHAT THE FUCK.

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FINALLY ALL THE REPORTS AND PROJECTS ARE CLEARED.

LAST SEMESTER, I DIDN'T KILL SOMEONE TO SACRIFICE TO THE GOD.

HENCE, GOD PUNISHED ME BY SENDING DHINEESH TO MY GROUP.



I MUST SAY THAT HE'S IS ONE MARVELLOUSLY THICK-SKINNED SON OF A BITCH.

AND YES! I DID CAUSED YOU TO FORWARD MODULE INDIRECTLY,

ALL TO GET YOUR FUCKING BLACK HUSKY ASS OUTTA THE CLASS.



ALL I DID WAS TO MAKE IT A HABIT TO PUT

*PS: Please deduct __ marks from Dhineesh as ZERO contribution was made.*
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EVERYTIME ASK YOU WHERE THE FUCK IS THE QUESTIONS FOR THE REPORT

AND YOU WILL GO

"I just broke up with my girlfriend. And now I've got this girl around me. We got make out, and do whatever couples should do..."

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OI YOU BLOODY HAIRY PIECE OF CHARCOAL.

SHUT UP FUCKING BIG MOUTH WITH

YOUR HANDLEBAR MOUSTACHE

HANGING ALL OVER YOUR LIPS

LIKE ALI BA BA.

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HELLO!

DO I LOOK LIKE I GIVE A SLIGHTEST DAMN TO YOU AND YOUR HINDI POOPIE GIRLFRIEND.

I'LL ASK LORD KHRISHNA, VHISNU AND SHIVA TO SUBDUE YOU AND YOUR MATE,

YOU HORNY HINDI HYENAS!

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THIS SEMESTER, I KILLED DHINEESH TO SACRIFICE TO THE GOD.

BIG BIG BIG BIG BIG MISTAKE!!

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AS YOU KNOW. KINDNESS BEGETS KINDNESS.

SO INDIAN BEGETS ANOTHER FUCKING CHEE BYE INDIAN!

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YOU TOTALLY GOT THE WRONG IDEA LORD KHRISHNA, VHISNU AND SHIVA !!

THAT'S NOT WHAT I ASKED FOR.

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THIS TIME I TOTALLY STROKE LOTTERY.

I'VE GOT ANOTHER SON OF A BITCH.

INTRODUCING ORH PER OF THE YEAR, SAKTHIES.

I'M SUPER TOUCHED.

I'VE GOT TWO ORH PER IN A ROW.

WHY NOT SEND ME ANOTHER " BALA, SAMMI OR MUTHU" SO THAT I CAN SQUASH THEM INTO 3 BLACK DOTS AND FORM
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A WINNING LINE IN TIC-TAC-TOE.

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DEAR SAKTHIES, YOU'VE GOT A SPECIAL NAME WHICH
REFLECTS CHASTITY AND PURITY.
" SUCK THIS "
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PERHAPS THESE ARE THE LAST WORDS YOU MOM HEARD BEFORE YOU WERE OFFICIALLY MADE.
SHE WANTS TO REMIND HERSELF HOW GREAT A MISTAKE YOU WERE EVERYTIME SHE CALLS OUT TO YOU.
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BY THE WAY YOU BLACKIE, DON'T BE TOO HAPPY JUST BECAUSE I HAVEN'T POINT OUT WHAT FUCKED UP SHITS YOU POOPED ON ME.
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YOU WERE THE MOST RETARD HUMAN I'VE EVER MET.
WHO ON EARTH IN THE RIGHT MIND WOULD SPRAY PERFUME FROM HEAD TO TOE AND EVEN ON THE SHOES AND THE SOLES.
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WHAT'S MORE. HELLO!! YOU'RE IN THE LAB!
AND HELLO AGAIN!!! WE'RE HAVING PRACTICAL!
HELLO HELLO HELLO????
YOU WANT ME TO GIVE A BIG KNOCK ON YOUR BRAINLESS EMPTY BLACK CONTAINER??!!
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DO I NEED TO REMIND YOU TO LIFT UP EVERY SINGLE STRAND OF YOUR WIRY ARMPIT HAIR AND GLOSS THEM WITH YOUR STOLEN TOILET REFRESHENER PERFUME?
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DID YOU HAVE CURRY POWDER POISONING?!
OR DO YOU THINK YOU ARE SOME BOLLYWOOD HINDI SUPERSTARRRRRRR?
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WAKE UP!
I'LL GIVE YOU ALL MY SAVINGS TO OPEN A MA-MA SHOP IF YOU WANT
BUT PLEASE KINDLY GIVE ME QUALITY IF NOT AT LEAST RELEVANT WORK!!!
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QUALITY WORK IS...
NOT MAKING IT SO OBVIOUS THAT YOU CONVENIENTLY PRINT SCREEN AND 'PIAK' THE WHOLE GODDAMN REPORT ON TO A WORD DOCUMENT.
THE BEST PART IS THAT YOU EVEN INCLUDE THE SUPPLIERS' NUMBER AND HAPPILY THINK NO ONE WOULD REALISE!
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I'M NOT BLIND. I JUST HAVE SMALLERS EYES.
I CAN STILL SEE THE FUCKING
"FOR MORE DETAILS, PLEASE CONTACT OUR SALES STUFF"
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FUCK YOU, YOU GUNDO!!!!
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OEIIIII
YOU WANT ME TO START A PETITION TO REMOVE THE WHITE LINES OF ALL ZEBRA CROSSINGS IN SP??!!!
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SO THAT CHANCES OF YOU BEING KNOCK DOWN WILL BE HIGHER.
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OH GOD.. PUKING ALL MY UNHAPPINESS OUT FEELS GOOD.
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RANTING IS ORGASMIC.
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BYE.

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