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clemcykul
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tot its morning?
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romsky
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check ya time again
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sylve11
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its midnight mister bat
ok, uncle Vulture  tot its morning?
afternoon and evening are brothers 
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lordjoe (m)
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Lol. . .this guys won't kill me with laughing gas 
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lordjoe (m)
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let me try cracking my own joke. One day rain dey fall, one girl see one boy, something come happen but no be my mouth una go hear am 
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sexyLeamon (f)
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nice joke 
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tytylayor
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enof tit 
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Ben-10
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don't tell me you don't have enough tits 
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sylve11
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Quiet there! 
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romsky
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above me is the market monitor & below moi is his deputy
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Ben-10
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Yes below us is his crazy deputy 
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sylve11
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Thankgod its not moi they refering to 
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clemcykul
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it's u twiny, am tired of covering your black arse
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rooney86 (m)
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Mrs. Smith has three daughters who are all getting married within the same month. She tells each one of her daughters to write back about their married life.
To avoid possible embarrassment to their new husbands by openly discussing their love lives, the mother and daughters agree to using newspaper advertisements as a "code" to let the mother know how their love lives are going.
The first one gets married and the second day a telegram arrives with a single message, simply: "MAXWELL COFFEE HOUSE."
Mrs. Smith gets the newspaper and checks the Maxwell Coffee House advertisement, and it says: "Good to the last drop, " So, Mrs. Smith is happy.
Then the second daughter gets married. After a week, there is a postcard that reads: "ROTHMAN'S MATTRESSES." So, Mrs. Smith looks at the Rothman's Mattresses ad, and it says: "FULL SIZE, KING SIZE." And Mrs. Smith is happy.
Then it is the third one's wedding. Mrs. Smith is anxious because two weeks have passed and still no message from the third daughter. Finally, after four weeks, comes a letter with the message: "BRITISH AIRWAYS."
And Mrs. Smith looks in the newspaper for the British Airways ad, but this time she faints. The ad reads: "THREE TIMES A DAY, SEVEN DAYS A WEEK, BOTH WAYS."
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Ben-10
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when will we stop this? 
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Back again
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forget those two old papa  life don tire dem
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Back again
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I hereby announce the death of Michael jackson 
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sylve11
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stale story 
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Jeovy (m)
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I hereby announce the death of Michael jackson  what planet are you from 
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Back again
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no dare curse me o  I fit slap your life
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sylve11
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above u 
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Ben-10
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the guy no dey see road wella
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sylve11
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shut up! bald vulture! 
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sexyLeamon (f)
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what happend to studio?
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dani1luv
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that should be yaba left 
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