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  • Maybe, just maybe the price hike will keep some retards off the road. Wishful thinking. 9 hrs ago
  • LPG auto guy demanded extra cash because petrol prices went up by 7.5 bucks. For one minute, I wanted to be angry Bruce Banner @livebanned 9 hrs ago
  • Some love guru is handling this account - RT @Flipkart: @harishenoy Pyaarge aagbittaita? 13 hrs ago
  • Ooh what a lovely! RT @Flipkart: @harishenoy Old school too... http://t.co/CCN521dW 14 hrs ago
  • Dear First world corporate perks - 5 day work weeks, paid time off. See you soon! - love, Hari 15 hrs ago
  • Does anyone remember? "Tweet is a very lonely man". 1 day ago
  • RT @shenoyn: Acc to the son, Mahela Jayawardhane's wife is called Purusha. Is she? Or is my leg being pulled? 1 day ago
  • Hajjar traffic jam on Hosur road from Dairy circle to Forum. But I still love Bangalore, 10 months after I returned.Weather means love only. 1 day ago
  • Ever wondered why North Korea's ballistic missile is called the "No-dong"?Given how countries use ICBMs to say "my penis bigger than yours" 1 day ago
  • RT @deepakshenoy: It is very dangerous to extrapolate your experiences to wht a larger group, especially your potential customers, must feel 1 day ago
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Posts Tagged ‘Mossad’

An Encounter with the Shin Bet: Part 2 – The Interrogation

Continued from Part 1 “Sir, you seem nervous and you are sweating. This is quite unusual. Is there a problem?” “No Ma’am, it’s just that I sometimes have trouble talking to pretty women.” Textbooks in the future will use this example in order to illustrate the true meaning of the word Chutzpah. They will also have an asterisk [...]

An Encounter with the Shin Bet: Part 1 – The “Run” Up

“Good morning, Sir. I’m an officer with airport security. I’d like you to step aside so that we can ask you a few questions, please”, the smartly dressed, pretty officer holding my passport said to me, as I stood in line for security check at the Ben Gurion International airport at the end of my fabulous holiday in Israel. “Uh-oh, [...]

Where’s Waldo?

Where’s Waldo?

Turns out, I've now got a new nickname courtesy of the new batch of exchange students that got to campus in term 7 at ISB. I'm supposedly Waldo, this tall, thin character with big glasses and a striped sweat-shirt, which just about describes how I looked the first evening our flat-mates threw a party last week, where these students from various [...]