Good Morning Mails!!

Good morning mails! I hate good morning mails. And no matter how ironical it may sound, but damn, those mails are the second thing that never stop to ruin my morning. [First being, milk, shoved in my pitiful food pipe by my roommate, with all those confused mix of threats and sentiments..Heck! It's JUST milk.. give it up sucker!]
Anyway, the good morning mails.. yeah! they suck! I mean what kind of sense does it make to say right in morning...


When life gets corky and boss loves humping you by the ass
And sweet bitches in office, give nothing but finger, as they pass
World almost come to an end, and you are making a sucide plan
please smile my dear friend, as you are just one of the clan!!

When Love of life has departed, after kicking in your balls
because she found graphical stats of all other gf's calls
take it on your swanky chest, and ask for medi-claim
please smile my dear friend, it's just part of the game!

When nights are dull and hangover is long gone
no more booze left, vcd store is out of good porn
while life promises to be sad, gloomy and shit
please smile dear friend, you are just another misfit!

When you get a silicon transplant, instead of heart bypass,
and those nymphomaniac looks make you feel out of class
Every day starts surreal, haunted with misrey in galore
please smile my dear friend, bad-luck will knock on door!

When you feel bi-polar depressed and maddest of mad,
and crotch starts itching with sweat germs super-bad
take a break , speak to thy lord to take away the pain
please smile my dear friend, before morning starts to screw u again!

Good morning and have a great day ahead!

WTF? I mean.. what the hell does that mean? Do I look like a retard who would actually fail to understand the gaffe in that mail! Ridiculous! And yet, just as soon as morning in office begins, people literally start shoving-in those "ruthless torturing good morning" mails in my "under-sized, over-busy, super-slow and untra-miserable" inbox. It really depresses me at the end of the day, to see; that all my inbox contains is some "good morning mails" which failed to accomplish anything, but space on my disk and some mails which says "Is JackAssJavaServer87643 down?". [Can you access it, mud-head? No!?? Then you bet it's down! Duh!?]

<Back to good morning mails... >
My Pissed and pushed-over-the-edge mind is often lead to brilliant ideas. It was no exception this time. Finally I created a automatic rule in Outlook, which would take care of all the mails with "good morning" in subject line! [yeah thanks to that I missed a "very personal" mail by a girl, who "COULD" have been my temperory solution to all permanent problems!]

Anyway.. guys, FOCUS... The message is "DON'T SEND THOSE GOOD MORNING MAILS TO ME!! I LOATHE THEM!!!"

So Valentine's Day is here!

Me::
Blooming hearts, battling eyelashes
Cornered grins, lovebites and rashes
Bambie eyes and roses to show, you care
Dude! Some serious love is in the air!

Dude::
Wilting smiles, hungry and soggy eyes
Anorexic kids, with nothing but cries
Black soot, and acid dousing the air
detiorating world! and thats all I care

Me::
Cupid lurking, vigilant and enterprising
with arrows of love, and count rising!
High on love, all hearts open, with something to say
Dude! serious scoop! No wonder its vanlentine's day!

Dude::
Nothing but rich conglomerates booming
it's omen of a grave danger looming
tapdancing on nukes, we are smooching-bemused
digging own graves, by having those babies used.

Me::
Chuck the problems, lets belt good times to glory,
get saucy and forget about sordid world's sad story.
Show me some salsa, show me some jibes with that ass
wink at that cutie, smile and make a flirtatious pass.

Dude::
Leave Sordid world? And leave that Sad story?
So as to make our future more messy and gory?
Wake up, while there is still sand left in hourglass!
Make world better place, cause, thats what you gotta pass.

Me::
What about the scantily clad babe over there?
are you not a man, don't you just care?
She's been nodding at me, how can I loose my chance
lets handle this world, once I am done with the dance!

Dude::
Forget her, I shall help you save chicks hotter then ever
almost non-clad they are, just waiting for Mr. whoever
Nymphomaniacs, waiting for you to sweep them by feet
live in paradise city, with all felines so sweet!

Me:: [Tounge hanging out!]
Yeah... [wildly, swaying neck from left to right]
where ... where???

Dude::
Duh!? [sigh...] Guys will be guys!
Save world people! Watch what you do..
from throwing away unused paper to unused protection.
Neither is wise.
Happy Valentines' day..yet don't forget the world we live in

F.U.B.A.R.

FUBAR

FUBAR is an acronym that originated in the military to stand for the words "fucked up beyond all repair." This is often softened to "fouled up beyond all repair" in reference to hardware. The programming and documentation equivalent is "fouled up beyond all recognition." Sometimes the last word is "recovery" or "reconciliation" or "reason."

In a Virtual Address Extension (VAX), the acronym FUBAR has been adapted to refer to the words "failed UniBus address register." Some programmers apparently managed to sneak this by humorless higher-ups, and the term stuck.

F.U.B.A.R. International is the name of a film company founded in 1989 by several businessmen seeking adventure. They went on location to film natural disasters. Some of the disasters were artificially created, especially avalanches, which could be triggered by explosives. Company executives vacation in Vail, Colorado every year, and have become local celebrities. These days, F.U.B.A.R. International markets clothing and novelty items.

Because foo, an unrelated term, appears phonetically in FUBAR, programmers have taken to using both foo and bar as metasyntactic variables when two such variables are needed.