Archive for September 4th, 2008

I am quoting my neighbor: ‘ When I was a boy after reading Pinochio I could not help checking my nose in the mirror; it was on every day basis. Luckily I was not caught out. My nose remained as it was.
Then came the phase when every time a girl came in my view I had to check myself. Oh boy there was plenty of change down there; I felt no embarrassment though. On the contrary it was fun time.
I am in my third phase and every time I read the obit section in the local paper I have to check my pulse. My pulse seems to be O.K. But I miss the fun part.’


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