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Envy: UUBA

Do you feel left out? Do you get less than 30 hits per day? Do you get pissed when people who write inane matters get a billion hits per day and not you?
Then you might want to consider this:
United Underrated Bloggers Association - UUBA (Pronounced as: UUUUBBBBAAAAA).
How to use it:
Dude: Hey do you blog?
You: Yes.
Dude: Cool. So like whats your blog, how izzit?
You: It's cool. I am an UUUBBBAAAA blogger.
Dude: Whazzat?
You: Thats the whole point.
Dude: OOOOBBBAAA?
You: UUUUBAAAAA.... AAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.....

Comments

Shiv said…
:O
so watz mine then??
Cinderella. said…
What category would mine belong to then?
Alok said…
ha ha ha .... even I would like to know mine .... :)


Alok
Nachi said…
"UUUUBBBBAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA!!!" that should be my new War cry...

:D
Jeevan said…
No idea, where i am standing. must be last.

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