The chickens in a large hen house started to quarrel, wounded each other and many of them died every day. The upset farmer hurried to a consultant, and asked for a solution to his problem.

"Add baking-powder to the chickens' food," said the consultant, "it will calm them down."

After a week the farmer came back to the consultant and said: "My chickens continue to die. What shall I do?"

"Add strawberry juice to their drinking water, that will help for sure".

A week passed, and again the farmer came to the consultant: "My chickens are still quarrelling. Do you have some more advice?"

"I can give you more and more advice," answered the consultant. "The real question is whether you have more chickens."

hehehe. . . .the farmer must be clems

hahahaha. . . . . . . and d adviser must be u

thank gawd my name is not u

inglish palaba don hook benjy

i love chicken with passion

who ask you

no one, cuss no one can.

dceiva yaself

tell am

the return of little johnnie

who put tribal marks for your head?

no be u? no be jealousy make u do am? u tink i will leave him for u abi? na lie

see quarrell o

u self go luk 4 village girl wey u fit maintain

wetin u mean by that?

tankuuuu!!!

help me ask am. ^tatafo

u chop kulikuli?

noooooooooo!!

^{e don tay wey I chop am. about one hour ago}

lol

lol for locky

who be this termite?

A fun is a milk in the success of a breast

breast sucker like you, see your long mouth.

i am still a step behind u

clemcykul:

breast sucker like you, see your long mouth.

wood pecker, u meant.

bench warmer

tatafo master

tatafo dispatcher

and u the documenta