Now, who likes them? Please tell me. Especially the ones which haplessly attempt to thrust bad luck. The shocking part being that some come from 20 year olds. It makes me want to jump out of my skin and slap the person who started it(The only other thing that makes me want to do so is a line of a tamil song ' Oh my Kadavule'). I mean, why don't people stop sending these forwards that don't mean a shit.
If you don't send this to 10 persons within 5 hours, you'll lose your love.
If you don't send this at least to 20 persons, you'll lose your job.
What crap.
My only act of guilt was 10 days back, when I thought of doing it once. Just once. Never in my life have I forwarded such stuff. And the mail I forwarded said ' If you send this to 5 people in the next 12 hours, you'll have good luck for your entire life'. Exactly 12 hours later, I found my name on the attendance shortage list in D slot, that too by chance. My personal vengeance thus adding to this, I'm creating a mail forward message:
If you do not send this mail to atleast 10 persons:
If you're a man, you'll become a woman. Vice versa. Your legs and hands will exchange places. Your genitals will be auctioned for 123 cents. Scorpions will bite you all over and you'll swell up and become a hot air balloon. You'll be a termite in your next life. You'll start pissing only Antimony Hydroxide. Your son will be Miss World. You'll be sent to prison for a year with only a photo of Mayawati in your cell. You'll marry Yokozuna. You'll also get to sleep with Vitto. And of course you'll be cast, forged, rolled, shaped and melted just before you die.
If you send this to 10 persons :
If you're a man, you'll stay so. If you're a woman, you might turn into a man. Men will get to sleep with JLo, Laetitia Casta, Gisele Bundchen, and Salma Hayek on the same night. Women will get a new Jupiter silk pillow to sleep with. You'll be George Bush 123rd in your next life. Your son will be JEE AIR 1 when he's 1 month old. You'll piss Pepsi. You'll hence become a millionare. You'll get the Nobel Prize for discovering a new planet when you're high on Vodka. Your son will marry Karunanidhi's granddaughter. Your daughter will marry Jayalalita's grandson. And of course you'll be sleeping when you realize you're actually dead.
Copyright Product of CB. Whoever wants to forward this must pay CB 123 rupees.
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dude....just amazing...must say this is your second best piece of work...(of course the first one remains ...the lampooning thing)
BTW check your mail... :D
wow...how simply enchanting!!! :)
but i must say...u do have a knack for making ppl go ROTFL!!! :)
agree totally with S...
btw who is S ?
makam.
S is not suchi pappa. Don't worry
S. Don't worry who suchi pappa is.
and ya, thanks both of you..
give your bank account number fast!! i want to send the money
LMAO!!
priya
???
you'll piss pepsi!!
It's much better than antimony hydroxide. :D
'send this to all your friends and back to me also if you think i am your friend'......this is the worst thing i had ever seen in a forward mail...
Whoa! Pretty good, but I must say it's sacrilegious to post something like this without a reference to the all-time classic -- http://www.breakthechain.org/awards/9912.html
Vatsa
Haa Haa..
nice indeed!!
Actually, you can easily go on and on with The Ballad of Burlap Boy, this flash message, and an extension of the above.
the burlap boy is jus toooooo good!
priya.
oh! ok!
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