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English language unlike science is not universal. It varies with countries and within the different sectors of the society. Newton's law of gravity is valid everywhere except for the people who have bought or have been gifted with craters on the moon.

The fact that English has evolved/dissolved from a suffocatingly refined British rendition to slangish American version to a Bloggish adaptation has proven the language to be highly vulnerable/flexible!(just to respect both negative and positive thinkers)

The bloggish language has allowed many to explore their "always-wanted-to-use" phrases who were earlier forced by the Govt and Non-Govt forces to frame sentences with underlined meanings.
A quick sneak peak into some of the cliched yet very apna bloggish versions of politically correct phrases....

1. Most of our politicians are corrupt fucked up
2. Bone of contention pain in the ass
3. I am between jobs I sit on my ass all day doing nothing
4. The above expressed opinions are not meant to be taken personally I give a tiny rat's ass of what you derive out of my opinions!

For a more acidic version i may need help from BK aka Tiwari:) and guru...&
For all the people who love to give constipated looks whenever they come across such intimating phrases ,
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Don't be such a stick-in-the-mud:)
and you are welcome for more bloggish stuff....
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  1. ...non periodic oscillations...January 27, 2010 at 12:28 PM

    hilarious...I think you're finally expressing the true "woman" who was hiding all these days!

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  2. ShilpaMarch 24, 2010 at 12:54 PM

    hehehe...this s called sahavasa dosham..lol

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