Geet & Maan OS:-The Date! - Page 4

Chalo hoon have jao chuon suva...khubaj lambo divas hato...thaki gai chuon.

Shubh Ratri

Shabba Khair...

Good night.

Originally posted by: kajenkashkriya

Aree, hume toh aapke lafzon se padh na hai ;)

Waise, are you going to write a continuation to this? You should!

Zarra nawazish ka shukriya...😃

Kabhi kabhi kuch kahanion ko yunhi apni agosh mai rehne dena chahiye...bus apne khayali ghode dodao khud ba khud Kahani apne anjam tak pahoch jaigi...😉

Phil hal irada to kuch nahi hai ise age badane ka...😊

Dropping by to say hiii

Originally posted by: Newdime

Chalo hoon have jao chuon suva...khubaj lambo divas hato...thaki gai chuon.

Shubh Ratri

Shabba Khair...

Good night.

Samjhi gayi Di. You guys are the best!!! xoxo

Originally posted by: Water.

Dropping by to say hiii

Going for dinner now.

Muahhh

Thank you for the wonderful post on my poem thread.

Hey! I'm going to sleep soon but hope to talk to you tomorrow :-)

Originally posted by: pushpi

Hey! I'm going to sleep soon but hope to talk to you tomorrow :-)

Goodnight

Om Namah Shivay

Where are you Rachana ben? Why aren't you online yet?

Happy Friday Everyone!


For those of you who complain about your job'.

If you don't laugh out loud after you read this you are in a coma!
This is even funnier when you realize it's real!
Next time you have a bad day at work think of this guy.
Bob is a commercial saturation diver for Global Divers in Louisiana.
He performs underwater repairs on offshore drilling rigs.
Below is an E-mail he sent to his sister.
She then sent it to radio station 103 .5 on FM dial in
Indiana, who was sponsoring a worst job experience contest.

Needless to say, she won.
Read his letter below...

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Hi Sue,


Just another note from your bottom-dwelling brother.
Last week I had a bad day at the office.

I know you've been feeling down lately at work, so I thought I would share my dilemma with you to make you realize it's not so bad after all.

Before I can tell you what happened to me, I first must
bore you with a few technicalities of my job.

As you know, my office lies at the bottom of the sea.


I wear a suit to the office.
It's a wet suit.

This time of year the water is quite cool.
So what we do to keep warm is this: We have a diesel
powered industrial water heater.
This $20,000 piece of equipment sucks the water out of the sea.
It heats it to a delightful temperature.
It then pumps it down to the diver through a garden hose,
which is taped to the air hose.

Now this sounds like a darn good plan, and I've used it several times with no complaints.
What I do, when I get to the bottom and start working, is
take the hose and stuff it down the back of my wet suit.
This floods my whole suit with warm water.
It's like working in a Jacuzzi.

Everything was going well until all of a sudden, my butt
started to itch.
So, of course, I scratched it.
This only made things worse.
Within a few seconds my ass started to burn.
I pulled the hose out from my back, but the damage was done.
In agony I realized what had happened.


The hot water machine had sucked up a jellyfish and pumped
it into my suit.

Now, since I don't have any hair on my back, the jellyfish
couldn't stick to it, however, the crack of my ass was not as fortunate.

When I scratched what I thought was an itch, I was actually grinding the jellyfish into the crack of my ass.

I informed the dive supervisor of my dilemma over the communicator.
His instructions were unclear due to the fact that he,
along with five other divers, were all laughing hysterically.
Needless to say, I aborted the dive.

I was instructed to make three agonizing in-water decompression stops totaling thirty-five minutes before I could reach the surface to begin my chamber dry decompression.
When I arrived at the surface, I was wearing nothing but
my brass helmet.
As I climbed out of the water, the medic, with tears of
laughter running down his face, handed me a tube of cream and told me to rub it on my butt as soon as I got in the chamber.
The cream put the fire out, but I couldn't shit for two days because my ass was swollen shut.

So, next time you're having a bad day at work, think about how much worse it would be if you had a jellyfish shoved up your ass.

Now repeat to yourself, 'I love my job, I love my job, I love my job.'

Whenever you have a bad day, ask yourself, is this a
jellyfish bad day?


May you NEVER have a jellyfish bad day! !!!!

Howdy everyone...whoever is around...I have been eating with my fingers and was not able to say hi earlier...

The forecast in Toronto has been gloomy and had been pouring all day...bring the dark moods on the surface, along with some buried memories out in gray...The Song...Someone Like you is not helping at all ever since I heard it and can't get rid of it...

The brain is one hell of a part of the human body...that could be a sheer torture. The memories that one want to forget as it never happened, the way I guide my client to reverse the last pay as if never happened, I wish I could do the auto reversal or the manual reversal to erase the memories that shouldn't happened.

The names that I want to remember, trying hard to think of the last names of my class mates, dyeing to find my class on FB. I fail to remember. Have you ever met someone who does not remember her school mates last names? Well hello, meet me the person whom her memory betrays her for not letting the names surface yet brings the one that wants to bury deep under to be never dug out.

Reading aimless stories that does not sound interesting, yet read it to forget what's lingering.

Oh sun please promise me to show your bright face like sunflower smiling at me'I love yellow very much and I swear will not say yellow yellow dirty fellow.