RT @Laugh_Riot: Never Ask A Woman Her Age..! . A Man, His Salary..!! . And... Now-A-Days... . .. A Student, His Percentage. It Hurts…RT ... April 30, 2012 at 08:04PM



RT @Laugh_Riot: Never Ask A Woman Her Age..! . A Man, His Salary..!! . And... Now-A-Days... . .. A Student, His Percentage. It Hurts…RT ... http://twitter.com/cgBalu/status/196970859519426560 April 30, 2012 at 08:04PM

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