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ituen (m)
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Two Irish brothers Mick and Paddy have made a promise to their uncle. They had an Uncle Seamus who was a seafaring gent all his life and before he passed away, he made the boys promise to bury him at sea.
Of course he did pass away and the "boys" remembered to keep their promise.
So off they set with Uncle Seamus all stitched up in a burial bag and loaded onto their rowing boat. After a while Mick says, "Do yer think this is fer enough out, Paddy?"
Without a word Paddy slips over the side only to be standing in water up to his knees. "Dis'll never do Mick, let's row some more".
After a bit more rowing Paddy slips over the side again but the water is only up to his belly, so on they row.
Again Mick asks Paddy, "Do yer think this is fer enough out Paddy?" Once again Paddy slips over the side and almost immediately says, "No this'll never do". The water was only up to his chest.
So on they row and row and row when finally Paddy slips over the side and disappears!
Quite a bit of time goes by and poor Mick is really getting himself into a state when suddenly Paddy breaks the surface gasping for breath.
"Well is it deep enough yet, Paddy?"
"Aye it tis! Can yer hand me da shovel."
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folly69 (m)
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deadman talkin 
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quentininc (m)
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nice 1 ituen
this section has been very stale
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clemcykul
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doctor of what? hope its not bla bla bla?
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clemcykul
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u wan tell me say u knoe knoe?
no dey fall hand likw this *looks around for who will raise my hand* ahha jaymobb there u are
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mohawkchic (f)
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~Kwel Joke 
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ituen (m)
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Kwel or Cool?
Are u from the bermuda triangle?
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clemcykul
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thats her village name
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ben~jay (m)
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Since she is from the bermuda triangle, Then she should be good with solving triangular equations right 
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ituen (m)
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Wetin she sabi?
the only maths seh don do na for Akara market selling
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clemcykul
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with puff puff 
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ben~jay (m)
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LMAO  I don die.
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clemcykul
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*gets shovel and makes burial arrangement for ben*
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ben~jay (m)
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quickly, ben pushes clem into the hole she dug.
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ituen (m)
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. . . and we all eat rice in celebration
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clemcykul
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na be this  *somebodyy help! i beg jaymobb come comot me na 
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ben~jay (m)
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God save us from the hands of women like Clem, You don wreck MIGINES, now the bobo can't afford cafe ticket. Now na jaymobb, hmmmm
@jaymobb Guy run for your life oooo.
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ituen (m)
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Ben,
Even though cotton wool dey jaymobb head, im no go fall stupidly for clem
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ben~jay (m)
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I pray so my brother.
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dreeldee (m)
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nice one Ituen, u try small 
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ben~jay (m)
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Rumour has it that clem is now workin full time as a barber at yaba left.
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dreeldee (m)
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and bugger 
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ben~jay (m)
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She is doing well for herself there, considering the fact that she is self employed. 
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dreeldee (m)
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what's going on in that dirty mind of yours 
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