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Chain mails are like Bollywood movies, they will be obviously illogical, they emotionally blackmail and we still read it and forward.

I received my first chain mail when I was eight. It was a 15 paisa post card asking me to post 10 others. A famous god’s (Dharmastala Manjunatha) story was written in it. Though I wasn’t atheist those days, I chose ice-candies over post cards. Now they are e-mails. Somebody clicks “Thirupathi balaji’s photo” or “Shirdi sai’s rare photo” and my inbox get flooded. These got reduced ever since I started to reply to these mails with some @#$%# words. Neither flying pig shat on my head nor did any god curse me.

Here is latest of them I got. Mail claims that cockroaches survive in stomach gulping my gastric juices, eating my weekend pizzas. May be they come to my ears and listen to Pink Floyds too…

A woman was working in a post office in California. One day she licked the envelopes and postage stamps instead of using a sponge. That very day the lady cut her tongue on the envelope. A week later, she noticed an abnormal swelling of her tongue. She went to the doctor, and they found nothing wrong. Her tongue was not sore or anything.

A couple of days later, her tongue started to swell more, and it began to get really sore, so sore, that she could not eat. She went back to the hospital, and demanded something be done. The doctor took an x-ray of her tongue and noticed a lump. He prepared her for minor surgery. When the doctor cut her tongue open, a live cockroach crawled out!!!!

There were roach eggs on the seal of the envelope. The egg was able to hatch inside of her tongue, because of her saliva. It was warm and moist…This is a true story reported on CNN.

Andy Hume wrote: “Hey, I used to work in an envelope factory. You wouldn’t believe the things that float around in those gum applicator trays. I haven’t licked an envelope for years!”

Copy this post, paste it in your mail editor and mail it to 10 people right now. Or else, a flying pig will … You know it.