Hi Ariblaze,

It's a pity I can't quote u directly.

If u claim all i did to deserve ur 'boxing day' punch is only cos i hunted u for an inteview, then i don't deserve ur punch cos i din't succeed. I will gladly receive the punch if u had granted the interview. Lol

It's a pity no one admired u. I would have if i had met you before then. Lol. But, do u admire anyone yourself?

lol

you sound so formal

hi merry christmas to you too

meanwhile don't mind me was just goofing around because of joblessness

which brings me to this:


why can't everyday be christmas?

took a drive around town

yesterday,not a single cop on the road

no park, your particulars,how did you get this car questions.

the tension sensed amongst lagosians wasnt there anymore

everyone moved with ease if not a smile

saw a vehicle where the dad,mum and all the kids had santa hats on

my neighbours took pity on me and sent rice upstairs due to my bachelor state(lol)

i dint have to ponder too much on whether to ride somewhere or drive somewhere

everyone seems to be on there best behaviour but me

happyhour is everyhour

which now brings me to the downside

ayo lo payan

2am on my way home from rocking with the boys

ikeja gra and its axis became a mini fresno zone

zigzagging eachother ,downshifting with tires squealing

and the cars performing ultimtely

lets face it how often can one clock 160 on a lagos road when you arent on the bridge?

so here we are having a blast with the cars, my favorite music blaring

commotion up in front on the other lane i saw. . . . . . .people dashing out of their houses i saw

slow down to a crawl i did,indicating to others to do the same

an accident,honda 2003 from what i saw of the car it had somersaulted

help was on ground for them though,so we drove through suffice to say the spirit of ayo left me immediately

i aint going out that way

as a matter of fact i plan to be 75,stubborn and still smacking the ass of my 70something year old wife because i dare

lol. . . . . . . . . . . . ,  . . . . .

Lol

Ayo payan

Hi y'all. I hope I come back to find you all back too.

B.T.W I love you, ******

Bet this will leave enough mystery to keep this thread going for another week till I'll be back for real.

ariblaze:

lol

you sound so formal

hi merry christmas to you too

meanwhile don't mind me was just goofing around because of joblessness

That was because I responded on my mobile, so I couldn't do such  . . . u know naa 

vescucci:

Hi y'all. I hope I come back to find you all back too.

B.T.W I love you, ******

Bet this will leave enough mystery to keep this thread going for another week till I'll be back for real.

lol.

u aint serious at all. lol

What a way to wish us merry christmas.

So, who are u in love with?

vesc

so its no longer attraction but love now

huh?

aight,ibi lo ma ti bami


tgurl:

i hear you

update on the accident

a heard the two guys in front died

what a waste

******* a minute silence for the departed*******

lmao! blaze u definiotely dont have any reason to give me a punch cos i dont think im cool
i know calm is my essence

bluespice:

lmao! blaze u definiotely don't have any reason to give me a punch because i don't think I'm cool
i know calm is my essence

Niiiiiiice!

Definitely stealing that.

Yeaah, Sir Rantalot. . . Ditto on what Bluespice wrote



Vesc. . . SPILL. . . NOW!!!!!

[quote author=ariblaze link=topic=150533.msg3276171#msg3276171 date=12304204

tgurl:

i hear you

update on the accident

a heard the two guys in front died

what a waste

******* a minute silence for the departed*******
[quote][/quote]

So sad

bluespice. . . . .bullocks

when the blazeman says you owe

it means you owe,shatter that calm exterior even if its for but a moment

sisijinx

talking with you gives me a sense of deja vu

but even that and the fact that you her hiding behind blue's shadow aint gonna help

just jejeli come and pay what you owe. . . . . .

you have the audacity to challenge and try cool your way out of

your punishment you deserve more but


since i am in a good mood i would sentence you to a lifetime of it

then we will see who would run up hills

you see,about my last statement i actually thought

you were her(dont ask me to define her sha )



tgurl

yeah pretty sad

reality sucks

so i wake up 5am

again tommorow

so i head out to earn my keep

so i get stuck in lagos traffic

moving across the bridge

so the holdup starts again

so my holiday is over

this really sucks

Awwwww . . .

pele o. lol

another day

traffic wasnt bad

speed was of essence

pounding across the bridge

me and thousands of others

it was a glorious thrill,another redervouz

with me and tupac on the highway doing 140 on thye freeway

i had this very silly dream

that i saw talking rats

3rats, why would i clown around with rats?

we now had an agreement that i wont kill em

but they had to behave,silly dream i tells ya

contradictions of life. . . . . . .a little something something i just thought of which had me thinking in depth about the thought

so humor me


life is short

such is life

wishing you a longlife


God is love

love your God


first impressions count

image is noting


live or die

we live so we would die


death is a must

death we all avoid


sex is great

sex is overated


to live is to suffer

there is joy in living(does this mean we all love to suffer?)


health is wealth

money makes up wealth


slow and steady

fast and accurate


you are so green with life

you are so sick and green



danger kills

love to live dangerously


money talks but bullshit works(why can't we bone money and be full of sh@t?)



i love her so

she loves me not





life .huh. . . . . . .what can i say?

never a dull moment

Na wa o. I hope you won't kill your self now to make a point, Rantalot. But I know what you mean, sha. I'm also a hater of stupid and meaningless phrase especially those that are meant to inspire you. Read this:

Faith is a fine invention for gentlemen who see.
But microscopes are prudent in an emergency.
Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul and sings the tunes without the words and never stops at all.

Isn't that just beautiful crapola? Unbelievababble.

Sisi Jinx:


Vesc. . . SPILL. . . NOW!!!!!

Do you really wanna know?

Na wa o. I hope you won't kill your self now to make a point,

why ever would i force something

hi all
merry belated chrismas

vesc! are u still asking?
spill niggi!

my rhyme of diss

or is it my diss of rhymes


is it a crime

to be in my prime

so why are you tossing me grime

all because i dint give you a dime

already told you am principled and firm





damn what a shame

that a nigger has to be so lame

all because of that dame

soon you will say you are being framed

but speak the truth and admit to being tame




your yarns are thrash

and your suggestions blow like ash

because i bike doesn't mean i will crash

i ride with a helmet and a sash

sit there keep hating whilst i make my cash




i am in love and in luck

not because i roll with a nine and a glock

nor because i am still in shock

and i am not even loving like the rest of the flock

she doesn't even stay next block

neither am i that much of a bloke



oh crap and shite

nigger why can't you just take a hike

you and your small assed dyke

i mean take flight

you stepped to me thus into this plight

you know am straight and very right

you asked for this fight

and as soon as i get off my bike

i would throw your ass from this site

better yet from a great height

thus sparing us all your sorry sight






i remain clean and white

Rantalot just redefined the meaning of clean and white.

@Bluespice. If I told you then I'd have to kill you. And you're way too sweet to die at my hands, niggress!

@princesa, a merry belated christmas to you too. I take it you didn't have as much fun. Me neither. My house doesn't have a chimney and me and Santa couldn't get drunk together like we used to in my old home.

lol, how?

I sleep - a long time - two or three hours perhaps - then a dream - no - a nightmare lays hold on me.

I feel that I am in bed and asleep - I feel it and I know it - and I feel also that somebody is coming close to me,

is looking at me, touching me, is getting on to my bed, kneeling on my chest, itaking my neck between his hands and squeezing it -

squeezing it with all his might in order to strangle me.

I struggle, bound by that terrible powerlessness which paralyzes us in our dreams;
I
try to cry out - but I cannot; I want to move - I cannot; I try, with the most violent efforts and out of breath, to turn over and throw off this being which


is crushing and suffocating me - I cannot!



And then suddenly I wake up, shaken and bathed in perspiration; I light a candle and find that I am alone, and after that crisis, which occurs every night, I at length fall asleep and slumber tranquilly till morning.

Don't ask me, dearie. I wouldn't know about that. As I said, I'm just a neighbour of theirs - that's right, that little white house there on the corner, the one with the fig tree next to it. And yes, I saw it all. Not that I was watching - I believe in keeping myself to myself - but a body couldn't help noticing. First all the coming and going with him being ill, then the weeping and wailing when he died - of course I went to pay my respects, that's only right - and I saw them carry the poor lamb from the village, lay him out proper and wall up the tomb. I did feel sorry for the two girls, I must say.

What? Yes, that's right, dearie. Four days later it was - just as things were getting back to normal. Some sort of preacher. The girls must have sent for him - with never a word to anyone - and up he walked, bold as anything, with a bunch of followers too. You can imagine the talk. And then to go on up to the tomb, with near enough the whole village hard on their heels. No, I didn't go - not decent, I thought, stirring people up, giving them false hopes, but I was wrong, wasn't I? The preacher did it - got them to open the tomb and called out, so they say, and that was that. Back they all came, the two girls crying and hugging their brother, half the crowd jabbering with excitement and the other half - you know, looking sideways and not really sure. I wasn't sure myself, come to that.




does this version ringa bell?

aight i know vesc

its boredom aint my fault

the mind is a terrible thing to bore or is it waste?

whatver you get the gist

now i am thinking violence would be the next write

but for whatever reason

my thought just cant spin the yarn

haba, who i offend, i want my mojo back too

kill and tell


True! - nervous - very, very dreadfully nervous I had been and am;

but why will you say that I am mad? The disease had sharpened my senses - not destroyed - not dulled them.

Above all was the sense of hearing acute. I heard all things in the heaven and in the earth.

I heard many things in hell. How, then, am I mad? Hearken! and observe how healthily -

how calmly I can tell you the whole story.


It is impossible to say how first the idea entered my brain;

but once conceived, it haunted me hay and night.

Object there was none.

Passion there was none.

I loved the old man.

He had never wronged me.

He had never given me insult.

For his gold I had no desire.

I think it was his eye!

yes, it was this! He had the eye of a vulture

- a pale blue eye, with a film over it.

Whenever it fell upon me, my blood ran cold; and so by degrees - very gradually -

I made up my mind to take the life of the old man, and thus rid myself of the eye forever.

Now this is the point. You fancy me mad.

Madmen know nothing.



But you should have seen me. You should have seen how wisely I proceeded - with what caution - with what foresight - with what dissimulation I went to work! I was never kinder to the old man than during the whole week before I killed him.

hi vesc,
too bad about Santa right?

@ari
talking to yourself now aint you

lol vesc now u got me very very interested

blaze i do!
i remember that story
btw i do think uve lost it



i stole ur mojo
muahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!

so now i have lost huh?

anyone of you seen eagle eye?

well aria has noting on me

i know where you live

as a matter of fact i can see you right now

blue . . . . . .stop stealing cookies from the jar

princesa . . . . .ladies dont pick their noses

you females have incurred my wrath

and visit you it shall

blaze i cant keep my hands outta the cookie jar

blaze, pls inflict ur wrath on me n if it doesnt hurt
know ur in for a special cos ill visit u specially
with all the agents of my trade and with all the emotions of my fellow workers
to give u a happy time
muahahahahaha!!!!!

ok if you say so

you and your brand of broomstick women

have it coming you guys need to fear the blazeman

even your kind should have healthy fear for fire

which is what ama bring with me

moreso you seem not to get the point


i know where you live

i know where you work

i know where you hangout

i know where you worship

i know where your friends live

i know where you shop

and i know what you are wearing err. . . .i mean not wearing

dearest blaze,

once again i laugh

i laugh solely because u my dear have been fooled

u claim to know where i live, if u did u'lld also know that no human contraption can take u to this place

u claim to know where i work, i chuckle at this statement as i have no space allocated for my job

know where i hang out, i guffaw at this i do not hang out,

where my friends live, we are one and the same

where i worship, i worship and serve no one

where i shop, the world is my shopping plaza take ur pick

what i am not wearing, the human mind has not been able to fully understand the scope of our dressing

we gave up after the million and first trial

i see the winch in ya wanna spar

egba re bo loke

emi si eyin,kile mo

biri biri loju ri

boro boro laguntan wo

ibi ta ba ni ki ediye duro si loma wa

ti aba re eni fe eyin ti bi ole' lan re

oya ma fo so ke fo so ke


emi okunrin metta ati abo

ma fi oju e kan emo

ha ah agbara oooooooooooo


if that one doesnt work

i think i would just get the old fashioned trusted cane

the winch inside you and your fellow winches would run away

silly gurl