lol

u r confused

Tyty and Johnny self

. . . Are both birds of same feather? we know

Hei!

Don't you dare insult ma grandma,

It runs in the family

oh clemcy

i tot as much

Uhm. . . .

go brush ur teeth

Why? you dont like my garlic breath?

ohh lawdiee

rat don shop am

[size=13pt]No be rat o. Tyty na one tailor for this thread sow am close[/size]

Who u dey suspect ?

I suspect its Jeovy nna

plz someone should volunteer to smell Jeovy's yansh

Since you mention it, I presume you want to volunteer yourself Monkey boy

Hmm . . . Queen of fart eh? CLEMS! Someone is cursin you around here. Should I shoot the amebo bushman for you?

Who be Gabbro. . . At first I would assume its me but when I think about it. . .

G A B R Y G A B B R O

G A B B Y G A B B R O

Hmmm. . . . Nope. . . Nowhere near there.

Learning Psalms

A Sunday School teacher decided to have his second grade class learn Psalm 23, one of the most quoted texts from the Holy Bible.

She gave the kids a month to memorize the whole chapter. One of the boys (johnny) was really excited about it, but he simply couldn't memorize the Psalm. Although he practiced hard, he could hardly get past the first few lines.

So the day came for the children to recite Psalm 23 before the school board and johnny was nervous.

When his turn came, he stepped up to the microphone and proudly said, "The Lord is my Shepherd and that's all I need to know!"

In the light of recent events here in the jokes section

of nairaland. I have no choice but to say this:

"Mummy, Mummy, Who is my real father?.

mykali:

who else than the queen of fart herself.

Let me share a confession of the nairaland queen of fart (You know who)

Johnnny,

During lunch at work last week, I ate 3 plates of beans (which I know I shudn't).

When I got home, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: "Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight." He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang.

He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call. The beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go.

It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertilizer truck running over a skunk in front of a garbage dump! I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.

Then, shifting to the other leg, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on releasing atomic bombs like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable!

Eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, so I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long.

He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.
At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table chorused: "Happy Birthday!"

I fainted!!!!!!!!!!!!!!




No be me talk am o

na u na

with ur bend bend mouth

with no teeth

.lolito

lolita

lolitu

Wch 1 be lolitu