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On a less philosophical/more sinister level, your number might come up tomorrow, mind it....
Vincent: Don't be such a porki. Naale dra.
Shashi: I bunked tuitions and went to that day party in Blue Fox. Waste andrey waste. I tried to get one slow dance with Dimple, but that studmuffin Ranga regaled her with nonsense stories of riding to Tibet on his Bullet...what chods....instead I had to dance with Dino's sister Avril who sang along to all the songs as if she was in Catlickclub for Sunday mass...
Rishi: Don't worry, mene. Naale dra. That Ranga's pop is getting transferred to Uzbekistan. My old man told.