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IndiBlogger
from India |

I have sent for you, Dodgers, because we are facing a crisis. The world's supply of Alludium Phosdex, the shaving cream atom, is alarmingly low.

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Renie Ravin
from Chennai |

Look, bud, I've got news for you. I have already claimed this bit of dirt for the Earth, and there just ain't room enough on this planet for the two of us.

HR
from Bangalore |

:))...ignored.

Renie Ravin
from Chennai |

And now then, eager young space cadet, here is the course we shall pursue to find Planet X. Starting from where we are, we go 33,600 turbo miles due up. Then west in an astro-arc deviation to here, then following the great circle seven radiolubes south by downeast. By astro-astroble to here, here, and here, then by space navigo-compass to here, here, and then to here and here. By thirteen point strato-cumulus bearing four million light-years, and thus to our destination. Now do you know how to reach Planet X?

IndiBlogger
from India |

If we follow those planets, we can't very well miss Planet X.

HR
from Bangalore |

I know only Miss World so far and just came to know about Miss Planet X too Cool after roaming in space.

IndiBlogger
from India |

Heh! Little does he realize that I have on my disintegration-proof vest. You may fire when ready, Gridley.

IndiBlogger
from India |

Happy b-b-birthday, you thing from another world, you.

Renie Ravin
from Chennai |

Heh, well, whaddaya know... it disintegrated.

The Sorcerer
from Mumbai |

We should have a thread talking about net neutrality and TRAI. Shitz iz hitting the fanz, yo! 

Vijay Prabhu
from Mumbai |

Captain Log :

Spaceship Korbu Space time 65.00 hrs

Captain Kittu reporting

Getting ready for marriage

Log ends 65.01 hrs

Renie Ravin
from Chennai |

We have an expression in prize fighting: "Everyone has a plan until they've been hit." Well my friend, you've just been hit. The getting up is up to you.

Renie Ravin
from Chennai |

Well then you go too, you lack the courage to lead. Go! Tell all your men to go. But I will kill the lions and I will build the bridge. And you? You must go home and tell the wives of the men who died here that you fled with the others because you could not master your fear.

Depanjan Chowdhury
from Kolkata |

No Master! I'll lead the men. I'll see to it that I return victorious and bring faith back in the wives of the men who died here!

HR
from Bangalore |

But this planet too has summer to my surprise and very hot or double the hot than earth Tongue out, sad that no hotties here Wink.

IndiBlogger
from India |

I'm um, this is my hospital. And my advice to you is, don't get sick.

Laughing

HR
from Bangalore |

Boss, no sick but feeling homesick since many uncountable days gone and we just crossing central part of an astro-arc deviation Tongue out, over to you.

IndiBlogger
from India |

My life was shaped because someone invented gunpowder, and that's what took me around the world. But the memory that I wanted, that was the family that I lost.

HR
from Bangalore |

But my life was shaped just because of someone invented fun powder...ar... eh...ho

IndiBlogger
from India |

It's the job that's never started as takes longest to finish.

HR
from Bangalore |

We never started the job on the earth after assigned, cause they sent us to the space for time pause Foot in mouth. Here, everything is auto and no manual. They thrown us hard with the backfire on the rocket.

IndiBlogger
from India |

Now withered lay the hemlock-sheaves, And one by one with sighing soundWhispering fell the beechen leavesIn the wintry woodland wavering.

IndiBlogger
from India |

A hunted man sometimes wearies of distrust and longs for friendship.

HR
from Bangalore |

Ignore him and try to hunt another man or woman then Laughing

IndiBlogger
from India |

But I don’t know. And that’s the way of a real tale. Take any one that you’re fond of. You may know, or guess, what kind of a tale it is, happy-ending or sad-ending, but the people in it don’t know. And you don’t want them to.