I'd be very grateful if someone could just punch me...

I would have accepted kicks too, but I get enough of those while playing. So a punch for now would be a very satisfying change. And one by one please. Form a queue, and wait for your turn...

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  1. AbhishiktaDecember 8, 2012 at 4:28 PM

    a queue with infinite loop. err! hoyna!
    but hoteo toh pare :P

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