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Bonggo
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 13 Jun 2006 19:27:45 GMT Report for Abuse
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Ha ha guru, that was a good one. Guru, you must grabt a title to Mimsie. We are unable to step in to your shoes. If you are a Morris Minor which is travelling from Colombo to Jaffna, I am an ant with broken legs treading on the same path.
Please grant a suitable title to our beloved chela Mimsie (CISA), he has been asking for it.
Mimsie, who knows Kamani might even start playing football. In that case we can make her our football captain.
Prince, no it is not a cover up. You somehow found about the ashram activities albeit a twisted one, I revealed its details. Since then it has done a world of good to the Ashramites and it has helped in the spritual upliftment of the chelas. Prince, have you heard the story of Ganapathi Muni and how he devoted himself to serve the guru? If anyone can tell the story of Ganapathi Muni, Guru will elevate his/her to the rank of Deputy Guru (DG) which carries the title Vishvagnana Chakrawarthie. |
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 13 Jun 2006 19:58:43 GMT Report for Abuse
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Shisya,
I thought CISA was a good title. If not why NOT add the word Senior CISA. it looks better.
how did Ruwani become a akkey!! S CISA not interpreting probably !! |
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 13 Jun 2006 21:46:09 GMT Report for Abuse
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Bonggo aiya,
Thanks for the advise loving Hubby is different to football but yes I try and hope things will work work well. But I still want to know why boys like football that much. Btw, thanks for suggesting the captaincy and will try my best :)
Mims:
How old are you? Are you younger than 24? If so I can be akki or else not!
r you mad at football too? |
Bonggo
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 13 Jun 2006 21:58:05 GMT Report for Abuse
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Guru,
CISA is mimsie's position in the Ashram. Title is something else which comes before the name, for example 'deshabandu' 'deshamanya' 'padmashri.'
Mimsie has the knowledge of the 2nd Chakra so we can confer him the title 'Two Shri.'
Hence he will be called Two Shri Mimsie, Chief Interpreter of Spiritual Affairs.
I also suggest the following for Prince:
Future King Prince, the Ashram Boy |
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13 Jun 2006 22:33:38 GMT Report for Abuse
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Kamani Nago, boys like football cricket rugby etc in general and girls like netball etc. As simple as that.
Dont think too much about thinking these things. You might never find an answer. |
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13 Jun 2006 23:09:41 GMT Report for Abuse
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Ruwani,
just a quickie..
Janaka Perera. And he will be his role model too.
How would you decide his role-model now? Why don't you let him grow up,be independent and find his own role model?? |
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 14 Jun 2006 03:16:43 GMT Report for Abuse
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Guys,
Are we running short of jokes???
Let me try one:
WRONG NUMBER
((((RING)))) (((RING)))
**Pick Up**
'Hello?'
'Hi honey, this is Daddy, Is Mommy near the phone?'
'No Daddy, She's upstairs in the bedroom with Uncle Frank.'
After a brief pause, Daddy says, 'Honey, you haven't got an
Uncle Frank.'
'Oh yes I do, and he's upstairs in the room with Mommy, right now'
Brief Pause...
'Uh, okay then, this is what I want you to do. Put the phone
down on the table, run upstairs and knock on the bedroom door,
and shout to Mommy that Daddy's car just pulled into the driveway.'
'Okay Daddy, just a minute.'
A few minutes later, the little girl comes back to the phone.
'I did it Daddy.'
'And what happened honey?' he asked.
'Well, Mommy got all scared, jumped out of bed with no clothes
on and ran around screaming. Then she tripped over the rug, hit
head on the dresser and now she isn't moving at all!'
'Oh my God! What about your Uncle Frank?'
'He jumped out of the bed with no clothes on too. He was all
scared and he jumped out of the back window and into the
swimming pool. But I guess he didn't know that you took out the water last
week to clean it. He hit the bottom of the pool and I think he's dead'
***Long Pause***
***Longer Pause***
Then Daddy says, 'A Swimming pool??? ....Is this 555-7039??' |
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 14 Jun 2006 04:02:41 GMT Report for Abuse
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Folks, the time limit has passed. This is answer time. I asked
What is modesty in man and modesty in woman
A few tries were there but none got it right. Here it is:
Modesty in man is : Lack of opportunities
Modesty in woman is : Fear of consequences
This was largely true some years ago but times have changed with no shortage of opportunities for man and a large number of women either not worried about consequences or know how to take care of consequences. Want to argue about it? |
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14 Jun 2006 04:33:01 GMT Report for Abuse
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Kula, no there are enough jokes, no point in just pasting them always.
Thanks for the poolside satire. If you need some, here is a couple:
Two Sardarjis, both student of I.I.T, Kanpur, were talking about the American Astronauts.
One said to the other, 'What's the big deal about going to the moon-anybody can go to the moon. We are sardars we will go direct to the sun.' 'But if we get within 13 million miles from the sun, we'll melt.'
And the first answered, 'So what, we'll go at night.'
There was this case in the hospital's Intensive care ward where patients always died in the same bed and on Sunday morning at 11a.m., regardless of their medical condition. This puzzled the doctors and some even thought that it had something to do with the supernatural. No one could solve the mystery as to why the deaths took place at 11 AM. So a worldwide expert team was constituted and they decided to go down to the ward to investigate the cause of the incidents. So on the next Sunday morning few minutes before 11 a.m., all doctors and nurses nervously waited outside the ward to see for them what the terrible phenomenon was all about. Some were holding wooden crosses, prayer books, and other holy objects to ward off evil. Just when the clock struck 11... Santa Singh, the part-time Sunday sweeper, entered the ward and unplugged the life support system & plugged in the vacuum cleaner. |
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 14 Jun 2006 15:20:30 GMT Report for Abuse
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HOTEL CALIFORNIA - REMIX VERSION
(sing to the tune of Hotel - California)
** something i received by e amil from another friend. thought of sharing with my buddies, especially since songs, baila & rap are not heard very often in this
thread these days ***
HOPE YOU ALL LIKE IT.
HOTEL KERALA-FONIA
On the road to trivandrum
coconut oil in my hair
warm smell of avial
rising up through the air
up ahead in the distance
i saw a bright pink tube light
my tummy rumbled, i felt weak & thin
i had to stop for a bite
there he stood in the doorway
flicked his mundu in style
& i was thinking to myself
i dont like the look of his sinsiter smile
then he lit up a petromax
muttering 'no power today'
more mallus down the corridor
I thought i heard them say
Welcome to the hotel kerala-fonia
such a lousy place
such a lousy place (background)
such a sad disgrace
plenty of bugs at the hotel kerala-fonia
any time of year
any time of year (background)
its infested here //
his finger stuck up his nostril
he's got a big, thick mustache
he makes an ugly, ugly noise
but thats just is laugh
buxom girls clad in pavada
eating banana chips
some role theor eyes
& some role their hips
I said to the manager
my rooms full of mice
he said
dont worry saar i sending yoy
meen kari, brandy & ice
& still those voices were crying from far away
wkae you up in the middle of the night
just to hear them pray
save us from the hotel kerala-fonia
such a lousy place //
such a sad disgrace
tyrying to live in the hotel kerala-fonia
its no suprise //
thats swarms fly
the blind man was pouring
stale sambar on rice
& he said we're all actors here
in silk smitha -disguise
& in the dining chamber
we gathered for the feast
we stab it with our steely knives
but we just cant cut the beef
Last thing i remember
i was on the floor
that cockrach in my appam-stew was the culprit
i am sure
relax said the watchman
this enema will make you well
& his friends laughed as they held me down
gods own country or hell ! |
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