hehehe Good one Rishi

His side her side!!
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Her side of the Story:
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He was in an odd mood Saturday night. We planned to meet at a pub for a drink. I spent the afternoon shopping with the girls and I thought it might have been my fault because I was a bit later than I promised, but he didn't say anything much about it.

The conversation was very slow going so I thought we should go off somewhere more intimate so we could talk a bit more privately. We went to this restaurant and he was STILL acting a bit funny.
I tried to cheer him up and started to wonder whether it was me or something else. I asked him, and he said no. But I wasn't really sure. So anyway, in the car on the way back home, I said that I loved him deeply and he just put his arm around me.
I didn't know what the hell that meant because you know he didn't say it back or anything, this is really worrying me. We finally got back home and I was wondering if he was going to leave me!
So I tried to get him to talk but he just switched on the TV, and sat with a distant look in his eyes that seemed to say it's all over between us.
Reluctantly, I said I was going to go to bed. Then after about 10 minutes, he joined me. But, he still seemed really distracted, so afterwards I just wanted to confront him but I just cried myself to sleep. I just don't know what to do anymore.
I mean, I really think he's seeing someone else and that my life is a disaster.

His Side of the Story:
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ENGLAND lost to Brazil !!!
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hehehe Pooja.. sahi kaha !!! Nice Rishi

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Ha Ha ha!!! Great Rishi!!! Tremendous!!!!lolzzzz

Lolzzzz! Goooooooood!!!

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Mr. and Mrs. Smith have been back from their honeymoon for two weeks when Mr. Smith comes home from work and says that he has invited four of his friends from the office to their home for dinner on Friday night.

Mrs. Smith is a bit apprehensive and asks if she must cook a meal for four.

The husband explains that there will actually be eight coming since each will be bringing his wife.

Since this is their first party, the husband consoles her by saying that all she needs to do is get some Chinese food in, and perhaps she can bake a cake. This sounds like a good idea, and they sit down and decide what Chinese food to get.

Friday morning, Mrs. Smith calls the office in tears. She explains that the only cake recipe she has will only feed six. Hubby says, "why don't you just double the recipe?" She decides that is a good idea.

At four, hubby gets another phone call--this time quite a frantic one.

"I just can't do it," wifey weeps. "It's impossible."

"Now, now, what's the matter."

"Well, their recipe calls for two eggs..."

"So, you use FOUR eggs. Don't you have them?"

"Yes,...then it needs 4 cups of flour."

"Well," hubby says rather testily, "you will have to use 8 cups of flour--what's the problem?"

"It isn't the ingredients," wifey sobs. "It says that the cake must be baked at 350 degrees, and I have checked the oven, and I can't turn the heat up to 700 degrees!".
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