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The Telegram Tag

Ok, you know what, there is no way you can sustain a blog by writing something cool, some heartwarming story all the time. Hence there exist tags. Now tags brings out the creativity in people. And even if you don't like it, you can just read and learn a lot from it. And so so so again I come out with this brand new tag which is called the telegram tag. I don't know whether it has been done before or not but here goes;

All you have to do is come up with short and funny telegram messages.

Need.Life.Stop.I'm.26.Still.Single.Stop ---> Get the idea? Short, simple and funny. (not that im implying this is funny...)

Here's a few more;


...ok it was funny when I thought of it, now suddenly it fizzles out...but you're welcome to try if you want.
[-] I have another post below.


Jeevan said…
bla..bla... cant understand this tag.
Nirek said…
creative tag la. will try to write on this
Neodawn said…
Kaadhal story ;-)
Nahuatl said…

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