Na so urs be? ur BF dy wicked in the other room sha....make Buhari learn from am

lol

Hahhajahahjajajhahahahhahahaa


U dey craze ooooooooo

leaders of tomorrow

Yall need christ in your life.....

apostle must hear of dis

choi . girl you are creativly very spoilt. obulu ogwu ole

NA all girl there name attach to virgin dey talk dirty I don't knw y

youngfocus:
NA all girl there name attach to virgin dey talk dirty I don't knw y

notorious virgin tinzs

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funny

obinna58:
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guyz I no fit shout
www.atomicfundz.com
100% in 4 days
it's just amaizing

Lmao
Op na catarrh u get for skull, no be brain.
Sadly, u speak the truth.

Lmfao

VALENTINE LETTERS TO GIRLS IN THE 70's + 80's.

St. John Gram School,
Oke-Atan, Ilode.
P. O. BOX 01
Ile-Ife, Oyo State.
13Th FEB, 1985.

Dear Sweet Chi,

Time and ability plus double capacity has forced my pen to dance automatically on this benedicted sheet of paper. I hope you're swimming in the wonderful pool of Mr. Health there. I am also palambulating in the cool breeze of wellness here.

Sweetie pie, the reason why this miraculous thing is happening is because, honey, I love you spontaneously, and as I stand horizontally parallel to the wall and vertically perpendicular to the ground now, I only think of you, since you are a fantastic and fabulous girl put together as fantabulous. I implore you to decipher this my anthem of love oozing out from the innermost pendulum of my thoraxial cavity.

Darling, please stop haranguing with the feelings in my heart because I love you more than a snake loves rat.

To me each day I start by dreaming of you. Each time I see you my metabolism suddenly halts and my peristalsis goes in reverse gear. My medula oblangata also ceases functioning.

Crazy, crazy, crazy you may say but this is verily veritable. If only you knew what is going on in my encephalon you would prostrate. That's why I need to see you vis-a-vis soon for a better elucidation through tête-a-tête. No hyperbole & onomatopoeia, simple candidness.

Only u and me are protagonists in this subtle affair. As I cogitate and ruminate over the last episode, I genuflex before the Omnipotent and implore him to let this affair emulsify.

By the way, I was bamboozled, scintilated, exhilarated, and left in a state of prolonged euphoria by the contents of your missive which was quite edifying and exhalting. It left my bio-chemistry in a paradise-like equilibrium.

Empirically speaking, I love you chemically... I don't ever want to see gloom and doom looming over your angelic live portrait. Let my appellation be scribbled across your heart, with indelible ink. If any boy tries to ask for your companionship, tell him that you are leased and caveated.

I think I have to pen off here, because I still haven't finished studying electrolysis polymerization. But before I evaporate, I like to revitalize your memory with those encapsulating lyrics which proclaim that catarrh is my butter, your piss is my mimbo, the world's greatest lover is me.

Catch you later. Sleep tight and don't let those bed bugs bite you because you are too sweet for them. Goodbye for now.

Your slave in love, your pillow,
Kogberigbe.