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Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 8:23am On Jan 09, 2014 |
Hi I intentionally gave this thread that heading because I know you'd read... isn't that dumb? You must be a Nigerian, doing the opposite of whats told since 1804... "Do not Read" but you here reading. The aim and objective of this thread is to piss you off. So if you the temperament type or u get angry easily you can stop reading now or frustrate yourself more... your choice my friend Don't be childish, if you find this funny, do comment and I might write more... If you find it annoying,well bear with me but do NOT comment, if you do I'll find you and just like David Moyes, err.... I will lose against you Dare me |
Re: Do NOT Read by danthamccoy(m): 8:28am On Jan 09, 2014 |
Meh, boring. |
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 8:41am On Jan 09, 2014 |
ONE Beep... Beep... Beep... Aaagh! It's my stupid alarm clock! AAAGHH! It's going off in case you haven't noticed. Beep... Beep... Beep... I really, really hate alarm clocks! I wonder why I have an old- fashioned alarm clock when everyone else probably has one on their phones. Beep... Beep... BEEP... Oh well! My alarm clock doesn't matter to me anyway, so I'll just hit it! I grab it with my hand and throw it with all my mighty strength, so it crashes against the wall. WHACK! Whoop-whoop! Point one! Now I shall get dressed and I will tell you every little thing about my not-so-important morning routine, but who cares because it's an easy way to start my story! I walk so slowly to the mirror, dragging my feet on my white, fluffy, soft, amazing carpet. I look at myself in my tall, golden, expensive mirror. This is the part where I will tell you how I look because it's the perfect timing obviously. Besides, it's important how I look because, well, duh. So I have like this most perfect red - naturally, of course - hair (what were u thinking) which flows straight past my bum! It's so long and wavy and gorgeous. It's actually never messy in the mornings! Actually, that's a bit of a white lie. I guess it can be a little bit messy, but it still looks really, really great! I have cute, forest-green, emerald-green, grass-green eyes and lovely, dark, acne-free, smooth complexion. I have naturally long, curly, beautiful eyelashes, a nice, perfect- sized nose and amazing, stunning ears and lovely, wonderful, oh-wow, rosy, kissable lips. I have a killer body that girls and guys would die for - big chest, of course and a cute bum, but don't let that fool you because I am ugly, ugly, ugly! I wear a cute, pink top with frilly things at the top and sequins all over it and the words Better Than You across it. I'm not a girly-girl but it's the cutest top I've come across, so I had to buy it! Plus, it was super cheap too! I also put on my gorgeous sandals and - you guessed it - skinny jeans! Gotta love those skinny jeans! I do my hair in cute plaits and then I skip downstairs to where my darling, lovely, busy parents are. They're hardly ever at home and leave me and my troublesome older brother alone where he hosts parties every single night with other older guys and girls, but they're still super cool parents! "Hey, Mom," I say happily. She looks up and offers me a small smile then quickly returns back to her work. She's a successful, rich, famous fashion designer. "Hey, Daddy." I kiss him on the cheek. You and I both know it! I'm a total Daddy's girl. "Hey, my little armpit - I mean, pumpkin," he says, looking up from his newspaper and ruffling my hair. "Daddy! You're messing up my hair!" I say, stating the obvious. Oh, I totally forgot to mention what my Daddy does! He owns a really large company in some place and he's really, really successful so you know what that means, don't you? Here, I'll do the equation for you! Fashion designer Mom + Successful, large company big, boss Daddy = We're mega rich! I'm the richest girl in my school. School! Omg, I am totally gonna be late for school! Lol! I really love it when people talk in text-talk because they're very smart people! Don't you agree? Anyway, I leg it to school. I practically ran because I missed the school bus which takes me to my high school. Yea I know what u thinking... I'm the richest girl in school yet I take school bus or leg it, well if I have a car, it might get stolen or...... whatever just believe me When I eventually arrived, I instantly regretted it because right there in the entrance was Ace, the hottest womanizer around. He is obviously taller than me and also super strong! You can easily tell he works out because you can see his hundreds and hundreds of abs through his thin shirt! I don't know how he can pull off a thin shirt - it's normally not very attractive on guys. Just saying. He's got these out-of-the world eyes because he's clearly very, very hot and not your average type of hot. He is impossible hot, you understand me, bro? He is so hot, I feel like throwing cold water over me! That's how hot he is! He's got perfect everything, okay? And he's surrounded by desperate girls who bring shame across the word 'girls' to be honest. They're all sluts and wear really, really high skirts and tons of makeup. But that's okay because our school clearly hasn't heard of the word 'dress code'! Anyway, they're all blocking the entrance and I'll have to go past them, and- I just really hate them because they're all sex-crazy whereas I am a sweet, little, innocent, bookworm, geeky, nerd, sugar crazy, virgin! I walk with my head held high and march like a soldier, but the stupid sluts look at me and make fun of me for no absolute reason. Then they all push me and I fall on the floor and they kick the crap out of me. There is no teacher in sight. Sigh! Everyone laughs at my pain because people in high school are obviously plain cruel and love to see the populars beating the living crap out of losers like me. It really breaks my heart when Ace joins in with the laughter. Pathetic, little me can't stand up for myself so I just do the most pathetic thing I can think of. Cry and run. I run out of there and go to the girl's toilet, the only place where I can shut myself and cry and cry until I'm drowning in my tears. I really, really, really hate Ace! Even though he's so hot and charming, and hot and amazing and hot and can get almost any girls he want, my only defense against him is that he's stupid and a jerk. A stupid jerk. Suddenly, my phone rings. Dun, dun- Oopsie, I just far.... Never mind, how embarrassingly loud. I hope no one heard it. DUN... ************************************ ************************************ ******************** Hey! Annoyed yet? It's okay if you want to stop reading. That's exactly what I'm aiming for. However, if you want to continue reading and torture yourself, then learn from my 'mistakes' and avoid them! Or try beating me and see if you can survive reading this whole story. 1 Like |
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 8:45am On Jan 09, 2014 |
dan tha mccoy: Meh, boring.oh really? Well another thing that's boring is your moniker, no offence bro |
Re: Do NOT Read by danthamccoy(m): 8:52am On Jan 09, 2014 |
omotenah:lol, none taken, rich girl. |
Re: Do NOT Read by borntobegr8t(m): 8:56am On Jan 09, 2014 |
Werey thread *spits on it* |
Re: Do NOT Read by Nobody: 9:32am On Jan 09, 2014 |
I hardly read all you wrote up there but, You have a good body. |
Re: Do NOT Read by Ronnie65(f): 10:07am On Jan 09, 2014 |
I love your writing style already. don't mind Ace and all this nairaland boys with words as names. Lol born 2b great Dan the coy Silly names expecting more girlfriend. you rock. |
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 12:10pm On Jan 09, 2014 |
I'm glad u pissed honey, that's the aim remember lol born_to_be_gr8t: Werey thread *spits on it* |
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 12:10pm On Jan 09, 2014 |
Lol aii tnx BoboYekini: I hardly read all you wrote up there but, You have a good body. |
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 12:12pm On Jan 09, 2014 |
Lmao abi o... tnx gf, will sure do Ronnie65: I love your writing style already. |
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 12:26pm On Jan 09, 2014 |
TWO I stomped my way to class, feeling very miserable. No one likes me. Everyone hates me. I'm nobody. My life sucks. If I were to die, no one would care. No one would even notice. As I continued to internally complain, I bumped into a brick wall and fell. "Oh my gosh, are you okay?" A guy with sexy, deep voice asked me with concern. He helped me up. I felt weak by his touch - oh and I also felt this electricity shoot through me, making me feel, um, well, let's just say, I wanted his fun zone. I stared at his eyes. They are yummy. Mmm. In fact, everything about him is yummy. He is so hot, he is a Greek god. After all, every single Greek gods are insanely hot, like you would not believe. Google some images of them and you'll see just what I mean. "Um... err... th-th-thank y-yellow pineapples..." I stuttered like an idiot. Sheesh, what is wrong with me? I hate myself. I should just die. "Oh my gosh, you like yellow pineapples too?" He asked eagerly. Suddenly, my flirtatious side took over me. "Depends... Do you?" I asked in my sexiest voice possible. I bit my bottom lip. I brushed my hair to the side. "Oh my gosh, yah!" He says excitedly. "I totally do!" "Would you like to... share some pineapples with me?" I asked him as I stroked his chest. "Oh my gosh! Yah! I seriously cannot get enough of them! But, like, you're totally paying for them, 'kay, hun?" He says. "Okay!" I laugh. This day is just getting better. (A/N: So I was going to stop here, but I wrote more for you, guys! I know, I know, I'm so generous!) Suddenly, webs were thrown all over the place and people were screaming. "OMG!" The hot guy exclaimed. "What's happening'?" "IDK," I reply. Some kind of spider-looking man swaggered in. (*Gasps* Who can it be? Continue reading to find out...) "It is I, Superman!" The cool-looking Spider- Man said. "Oh my gosh!" Hot guy gasped. "I thought you were Spider-Man?" I questioned in confusion. "Right, yeah, that's what I meant," Spider- Man said. "OMG, cool. Yah, so, like why are you here?" Hot guy asks. "I am here to warn you, Lena!" Spider- Man says as he points his finger at me. "My name's not Lena," I mutter. "Oh my gosh. Spill!" Hot guy demands. "The dude beside you is gay..." Spider-Man says to me. "WHAT!" I exclaim and faint. ************************************ ************************************ ****************** Hey sup? You done reading that trash? I know its kinda boring and blah, blah, blah... and I know you were probably falling asleep reading this, but this was necessary and I'm sorry you were forced to read such a dull story. So, anyway, I hope you enjoyed the most boringest chapter ever. Watch out for chapter three because things are going to get interesting! By the way, what do you think of Spider- Man? Please take the poll. Thanks! Bye! What do you think of Spider-Man? He's so cool. I like him. I want him. I'm jealous of him. I love him. I think he's super-duper cool. He's fantastic. He's awesome. He's the bomb. He's more precious than my b..... |
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 12:47pm On Jan 09, 2014 |
Hey y'all yea its me again that Boring Girl, uhmm today I'm here with my friend Mandla... Yea right he's a South African dummy. Well he's here to tell us about his wedding day... So over to you Mandla |
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 12:55pm On Jan 09, 2014 |
MANDLA I was never the type of person to worry about how I looked; I mean, my physique, but that morning, I realized though, as I was looking at myself at the bathroom mirror, that, I looked shorter than usual. A cigarette butt was taller than I was. Maybe, the mirror had a problem with me that morning. It seemed that, everything in this flat was picking on me these days. Why would I look so short this morning? A week ago, I looked fine, not an inch taller, but still, I looked fine. I then, moved further away from the mirror, dropped the towel that was around my waist, and did an Arnold Schwarzenegger impression, when he won the Mr. Universe in 1970, and that actually dampened my spirit more, because, I looked very funny, ridiculous is the correct word. And then, it dawn on me, that the mirror hated me this morning. Of course I could understand all this, why my mirror was hating me, my air conditioner seemed to be getting hotter per minute that morning, my flat looking gloomier; the thing is, with my flat, I had been living there for the past six years. And today, I was moving out, for good. It was my wedding day...I was getting married! The funny thing about getting married is, everyone, tells you, it is one of the best days in your life. Just like your first day at school, or realizing that you have failed matriculation and had to redo another year in school, where every teacher was celebrating that you will never come back! Well, apparently, I was solely mistaken, as I was about to discover a few moments later. I looked at myself again, and then started dressing up as the church service would start in an hour's time. The tuxedo looked good on me. I smiled at myself. Sure, I was looking good. "Knock, knock, knock! "Knock, knock, knock! I quickly moved from the bedroom to the kitchen. "I'm coming" said I. "Knock, knock, knock! "Okay, okay! I said I'm coming! I screamed out. I looked at my wrist watch; it was still early for my ride to the church. I opened the kitchen door. I couldn't believe who it was. She looked radiant, beautiful, ravishing. She stood at the door, for a minute, I forgot my manners, I just stared at her. My heart was pounding furiously in my chest as if it wanted to come out. Her beauty was amazing. I could smell her perfume, which was like thousands of wild flowers and roses. She smelled good. One would have easily mistaken her for a famous celebrity or a beauty queen. "Aren't you going to ask me to come in", she asked. I just stared. No words could come out from my mouth. "If you want me to go, I will," she spoke again. "Oh, excuse me, for staring, it's just...it's just, that you look beautiful!, I said, with a smile. "Thank you," she replied. "Please, please! Come in, I'm sorry," I said apologetically. I opened the door wide, for her to enter, and I moved to the side. "Please, let's go to the lounge," I said to her. "You looked handsome," she said to me. "Oh Thanks," I replied. "Is it me or you look taller the usual? She asked. Then, I knew, that, that mirror hated me. "You think so," I said, with a grin in my face, thinking that when she leaves, I'm going to break that mirror. We sat across each other in the lounge room. "Can I get you something to drink? I asked her. "No thank you," she replied. She looked as though she had something very serious she wanted to tell me. I shifted with discomfort in my chair. I sat there, waiting for her to tell me; that, she loved me with all of her life; and that today, was the best day of her life. And that, we were going to spend the rest of our lives together, and she did not want any disappointments, especially from, me. "What's up?' I asked concerned. "There is something I want to tell you," she said, looking at me guardedly, as though, she secretly knew that I was wired with explosives, and she was waiting for me to blow in thousands of pieces. "What's up Baby?', I asked again, nervously. I stretched my right arm towards her, longing for her touch, but she did not let me touch her. She was acting as if, she was about to go to jail for failing to stick to her diet, and was embarrassed to tell me. This, was the woman I was going to spend the rest of my life with, in just a few hours from now! Bongi was here name. "What could be so difficult that she cannot say to me?' I thought to myself. My mind began to race again. "Is Bongi having pre-wedding jitters?", "Is she going to call off the wedding?" " Is Bongi doubting my commitment to her, after all this time?' all these questions raced through my mind. " Maybe the mirror was right, she didn't want to say it, and she did not want to marry an exceptionally short man! "Why would she comment about my height after all these years? I started having a panic attack. As a child, when I had a panic attack, my family doctor taught me a way to control these attacks, because when a person had them, some people will go unconscious, just imagine having them while driving or making an omelet! They will just fall face on the steering wheel or on the frying pan! So my doctor taught me that every time I felt an attack was coming I should... bark. Yes! Bark like a dog! "Woof, "woof". For a young child, it was okay. I used to enjoy it, especially during exams! All the other kids would laugh at me, but it made me popular at school, and they gave me a nickname "Woof Boy". But for a grown man like me, it was the funniest sight! And I always avoided situations that would lead me to these attacks. Unfortunately, today was not one of these days. One time I was in a bus, traveling from Nelspruit to Barberton. The road to Barberton is very beautiful, with sharp bends, with magnificent scenery of the mountains and the Hilltop valley. The bus driver happened to mention that the brakes of the bus were not working! Everyone in the bus panicked! "How could he drive for such a distance without knowing that his brakes were not working?" I asked myself feeling angry. Of course, that was the same question many had in their mind. That's when the problem started. I began to have a panic attack. Again, the only way I knew to deal with it, was to bark! "Woof, "woof" "Woof, "woof," I barked again. Passengers in the bus started looking towards me with surprise. They... were screaming to the driver, and I was barking. The more they screamed, the louder I barked. They thought I was going mad. "Woof, woof," I continued to bark. People started laughing in the bus when they realized I was serious with my barking. They all forgot about the bus not braking, they laughed so hard, that no one knew when the driver managed to stop the bus. I was never so embarrassed in my entire life. So when Bongi saw that I was about to have my panic attack, she quickly rushed to me, from her chair, and knelt right before me as if she was proposing marriage. I was already trembling, and preparing myself to bark. But then her smooth, soft hands, when they touched mine, I felt a great relief. "Baby, she said; "I don't think I want to marry you!" She said. She stared me right in the eyes, as though she were looking for an alien hidden in there somewhere, and was talking to that thing instead of me. "What?' I asked, the words shot out of me like a bullet. "I said, "I don't' want to marry you anymore", she repeated. "Yeah, yeah, I heard that, but why' I asked her. "You said you don't' think you want to marry me, not you don't want to marry me." There is a difference you know, I lamented. "What happened?" I asked her again. My fiancee has just told me that she "didn't' think that she can marry me. How did that fit into the scheme of all things? "I don't know, Bongi said. "Well, I realized that we did not belong together" she continued. "We don't belong together?" I asked her, sliding further into the sofa I was sitting in. It seemed I was getting smaller and smaller, every time she spoke. She looked like an enormous giant, while kneeling in front of me, and me sliding deeper and deeper into the sofa. "Bongi," we are about to get married in less than an hour, and you are telling me that we don't' belong together? I said to her. Then suddenly I wondered. "Are you feeling sick?" Or are you drunk? Or are you testing me? "Come on babes; tell me what the problem is." I said again to her. "I Deserve the truth, at least!, said I , looking straight at her eyes. She had beautiful eyes. And this morning, they looked even more beautiful. They were gleaming like a bright star! "What is wrong with me", I thought to myself, "this woman is dumping me on my wedding day and I'm thinking about her eyes! "The truth Baby, is, its' your Father! She said. "My dad!, I asked her; What does he have to do with anything?" then a thought race through my mind. He must have had said something that had hurt her, and that is why she did not want to marry me anymore! Oh, what a relief I had in that thought. For a moment, I thought, she was seriously dumping me on my wedding day. "Honey", Bongi, Sweetheart", I said to her; "If it has to do with my father, we will solved it after the wedding." He is no problem to our marriage, after all you love me, not him, and you are marrying me, not him", I said confidently, assuring her all will be alright. "No, you don't understand", she said. "Don't worry about him", I will sort him out, when we return from our honeymoon", I told her. And them it came. Bongi's Big Announcement. "Baby, the reason I'm not marrying you is, I'm in love with someone else, and I'm in love... with your Father, and have, for some time now." Bongi said to me. "What?" I asked her, fighting a wave of panic attack that was rising in me. I wanted to scream at her, "you can't do this to me, we are getting married today," You are my fiancee! But in a blink of an eye, she longer was. In a matter of moments, she had become a stranger to me. My heart was as though it had been hit with a battering ram, which had not only shattered it to bits, but driven through it. "When did this happen? I asked her. "Last year", she said calmly. "It was Valentine's day", she added with absolute precision. "What had I done wrong on Valentine's day? I asked myself. " I hadn't' slept with any of her friends; I remember well, I bought her a Valentine's day gift. It was expensive, I was broke for three months after I bought her that gift, I took her out for dinner that day', except, when, on that very same day, I fell sick because I have had too much to drink and my father offered to provide company to Bongi! Could it be that moment when they fell in love? "I asked myself. "Why Valentine's Day?" I asked her, It was our special day", I continued her. "When I return from the park with your father, I just knew when I looked at you, that it was over! She said with certainty. I couldn't' understand this. "Why my father, why not any of my friends", I asked her out of desperation. "What did you see in him? The man is 68 years old for God's sake! What is wrong with you woman!' I continued. "He is funny, he is intelligent, he has a lot of experience, especially in bed", she said. "That's too much information for me", I told her. Though, I wondered, how could she compare me with my father? He is an old crow for all I care. "Where is he now? I asked her. "He's waiting in the car, outside", she replied. "Themba and I, thought, it was best if I spoke to you." She told me. Themba was father's name. No one called him by that name. Not even my mother when she was still alive. And now, she, Bongi, my fiancee, was calling him with his first name. If I were to go outside now, and say" Hey Themba, please come in and let's talk man to man". Of course, he would beat me up to a pulp, not because I invited him to come in, but because I called him by his first name, that's how strict the man was. So Bongi must have been pretty special to him to be calling him by his first name. "So this is it? I asked her. I had realized that it would be futile to fight for her now, although, she should have warned me about this before. I had already spent money on clothing, invitations, food and other things. A church is packed, right now, waiting for us to come. That was never going to happen. "Yes, this is it, it's Good-bye, Mandla! She said, with a tear on her left eye; "I will always love you". "You love my father now", I said to myself. Then, a car horn sounded outside. "Bonk, bonk!" It was Themba calling her. It was time to go. I guess, my father was feeling that she has spent too much time with me already. She was his now. My Bongi. As she stood up to go, I couldn't' help notice that, she was crying with only one eye, I felt bitter, that, my Bongi, my precious Bongi, could not even shed more tears for me. "Bang", only one tear and she wiped it quick and it was all finish. She walked slowly out from the lounge room. I followed her. She stopped. "Please, don't', she said. "Don't' make it difficult for yourself, I will find my own way out" she told me. "What a nerve this woman had, I thought to myself; "coming into my house, dumping me on my wedding day, and now instructing me not to move outside my own house". Nevertheless, I stopped following her. She went out the kitchen door. She stopped. She looked back once, and then closed the door behind her. Then a few minutes later, a car door slammed outside. I could just imagine her telling Themba that it was done, it was all over, they can continue with their lives without fear. And the engine started running. I knew it was over. I went back to the lounge, sat there and closed my eyes, and wept like a baby for my lost love! "Mandla" "Mandla" "Open up Mandla". Someone was calling my name. "Open the door Mandla", it's getting late", the voice shouted to me. What had happened? I looked at myself. I was smartly dressed; I had my rented tuxedo on. 'Its my wedding day, it can't be ruined, I've gotta do something".... then I came up with an idea Boring Girl :- ok ok Mandla stop there Mandla :- But why? You don't like the story? Boring girl :- Of cos I do but look at yourself you sweating so hard and your ears are gushing out blood, your brain might come off anytime Mandla :- oh I'm sorry, should I continue the story now? Boring Girl :- Nope you continue tomorrow So y'all that's it for today, bye! 3 Likes |
Re: Do NOT Read by Ronnie65(f): 1:05pm On Jan 09, 2014 |
Lol. Is your Mandla friend a miniature of Mandela? No wonder he is a dummy Wonder who married him. Waiting to read from Mandela ....gosh..Mandla I mean. ****edited Hahahaha Hahaha Mandla is truly a dummy. |
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 5:37pm On Jan 09, 2014 |
miniature of Mandela? Lol he doesn't even come any close, but I guess he should be flattered by dat statement.. uhmmm idk we hear from him 2moro, right now he's on his way to oshodi to take a bus to SA lol Ronnie65: Lol. |
Re: Do NOT Read by Ronnie65(f): 6:35pm On Jan 09, 2014 |
omotenah: miniature of Mandela? Lol he doesn't even come any close, but I guess he should be flattered by dat statement.. uhmmm idk we hear from him 2moro, right now he's on his way to oshodi to take a bus to SA lolLmao. I hope he gets to S. A safely. |
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 8:49pm On Jan 09, 2014 |
Hi Y'all I just woke up, actually from a nightmare, I dreamt someone stole all my sweets and candies... I woke up, I ran to my drawer, I couldn't find them no more... So I wrote this poem for whoever stole my sweets and candies My heart is aching, As I see you chewing, Savoring every single bite, I know what you did is not right! You're a big, mean bully, That takes my sweeties, You steal more than three, And then you eat in front of me! You think this is a joke, Can't you understand I'm broke? The only thing I love, I can't get, You laugh and tell me I'm "Wet"! I'll show you some day, you'll see, I'll be so big, you'll be unhappy, I'll be a better version of me, I'll have way more sweeties! I'll be the one to eat in front of you, And there's nothing you can do! So watch what you say, you fool, Because some day, I will RULE! Yea I know its quite boring, whatever! Like I care 1 Like |
Re: Do NOT Read by Aisosaonipede(f): 7:12am On Sep 09, 2014 |
omotenah: MANDLA Finish the story :/ |
Re: Do NOT Read by Aisosaonipede(f): 7:13am On Sep 09, 2014 |
I'm curious about what happened in the end ! |
Re: Do NOT Read by Plaitex(f): 9:43am On Sep 09, 2014 |
u ain't gonna be successful in pissing me off. Nice story, pretty interesting and keep the thread going.*winks* |
Re: Do NOT Read by Aisosaonipede(f): 10:55am On Sep 10, 2014 |
:/ |
Re: Do NOT Read by aboyaji(m): 6:37pm On Sep 10, 2014 |
omotenah, are you single? |
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 2:47am On Sep 13, 2014 |
Aisosaonipede:hmmm let's see, I might just |
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 2:48am On Sep 13, 2014 |
Plaitex: u ain't gonna be successful in pissing me off. Nice story, pretty interesting and keep the thread going.*winks*well I can really get you pissed, like really aii I will try |
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 2:49am On Sep 13, 2014 |
aboyaji: omotenah, are you single?Nah, I'm double |
Re: Do NOT Read by aboyaji(m): 8:40am On Sep 13, 2014 |
omotenah:haha |
Re: Do NOT Read by snadguy007(m): 10:34pm On Sep 13, 2014 |
This story na season film script ?, Haba, since January |
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 10:36pm On Sep 13, 2014 |
snadguy007: This story na season film script ?,Lmao e pass season film oh, no be the producer fault tho... we go soon complete am |
Re: Do NOT Read by snadguy007(m): 10:46pm On Sep 13, 2014 |
omotenah:No wahala.......make i reserve my comment. Btw, is 9 your favourite number ?? |
Re: Do NOT Read by omotenah(f): 10:50pm On Sep 13, 2014 |
snadguy007: uhmm nope |
Re: Do NOT Read by snadguy007(m): 11:15pm On Sep 13, 2014 |
omotenah:Hmmm....i've got sometin to prove you are indirectly obssessed with figure 9 You started this story on the 9th day of January at around 8:41am(19 mins to 9) and you stopped. You later came back exactly after 9 months on the 9th day of the 9th month of the year (09/09/2014)hoping to contunue the story Can you see it now |
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