lezz:
looolz. We have to welcome him to your blog.

lezz:
No need to be worked up over the truth.

People say internet behavior doesn’t mirror reality offline. But I have often disagreed.

31st December 2017 we’re in the spirit of celebrating the emergence of 2018 with fanfare and celebrations while you are here locked up in a dark room trying to celebrate the new year with mentions.

No surprises you need Nairaland intervention to get a girlfriend.

Mr. Blahs, slide your phone into your hip pocket and dare the world outside your door without resorting the fleeting reality Nairaland projects.

You want a real girlfriend for 2018 as opposed to a virtual one, don’t you?

edimolu:


Pffffttt, shiooor, e no enter ogbeni, try harder..no be everybody be like you, i still gbensh my babe today, we dey enter church together by 10pm go shout happy new year, after that we go gbensh again and again and again till my schlong no gree stand!

Awon ti vaseline crew! Twalee, owo meji loke, I sure say u don buy many jars of vaseline, na your left hand go suffer pass, lol, the thing wey you do sotey for 2017 wey no make ur leg balance till now, i wish u godspeed baba, no go marry! Oponu

.Ediaat, no be you dey claim busy before, now u don get time abi? Ode oshi

kimbraa:
I wish I have the time to keep scores with some anonymous individuals. Happy New Year in advance.

Oshey! Busy woman... I wonder how people quarrel with peeps they have never met and may probably never meet till their time on Earth runs out. But watching them is fun.

Happy New Year too.

postmann:


Thy pen is as sharp as a surgeon's knife
Thou merciless monster with a heartless ribcage
Many have fallen behind the walls of thy theater
Their blood flow like a waterfall falling from a great height.

Behold thy new patient
Entrapped within thy walls
Your blade sparkles in the heat of readiness
As he boils in fright, yielding his tender flesh
To the cruelty of your incisions.

FTrebirth:


i think he's a better blogger than even linda ikeji.

NeeKlaus:

Oshey! Busy woman... I wonder how people quarrel with peeps they have never met and may probably never meet till their time on Earth runs out. But watching them is fun.

Happy New Year too.

kimbraa:
People have disagreements 'cause there's no way you'll confine the magnitude of monikers Séun has on here and expect all of them to live in peace but what I find funny is the fact that one will hate on the other for a year or more. It's like they don't have better things to occupy their minds with.

Having said that, I'm in church. Hope you won't be home?.

LOL! Funny but true. This Romance section is like a different forum on its own. The scandals here can rock the foundations of a small country and it's all to my amusement. Serves as a stress reliever shaa.

Well, I am a Nigerian so I am heading to Church by 10. You know it's like part of our culture to crossover in the confines of a Church.

NeeKlaus:

LOL! Funny but true. This Romance section is like a different forum on its own. The scandals here can rock the foundations of a small country and it's all to my amusement. Serves as a stress reliever shaa.

Well, I am a Nigerian so I am heading to Church by 10. You know it's like part of our culture to crossover in the confines of a Church.

lezz:
[s] Take a pause and read the part I emboldened for you. You're trying hard to convince me ( Nairalanders) you got a girl and you're balling and you finished fucking today it's needless and a show of desperate defending. But of course you felt the cut that's why you began by screaming " try harder".

You're emotional muscles are ill-developed. That's why your a perfect sport for my mental chess.

Like a palace goof or a paid bozo-Arrow. Fit only for pastime amusement

Let me leave you now.

Here's hoping 2018 bring you true pussy to wet your sheets and heal you from the aftershock of your maternal loss.Ruined son of hovering ghost held in limbo[/s].

kimbraa:
Yeah! To some, it's a tradition that they must be in church today. Some will definitely branch from the clubs, and beer parlours.

Alright. See you around, Ma'am.

lezz:
Now he says I am you. Is he suffering form perceptual disturbances or from blurred vision inflicted from my gentle knifing?

postmann:


[s]Thy pen is as sharp as a surgeon's knife
Thou merciless monster with a heartless ribcage
Many have fallen behind the walls of thy theater
Their blood flow like a waterfall falling from a great height.

Behold thy new patient
Entrapped within thy walls
Your blade sparkles in the heat of readiness
As he boils in fright, yielding his tender flesh
To the cruelty of your incisions[/s] @

edimolu:

You no get sense walai, you just get beef with wisdom, after i don expose you countless times, u still dey quote yourself, ogun faya you for there., clownish-slowpoke

lezz:
[s]all of Nairaland knows who postmann is. I have goaded, used and discarded you tonight like a banana peel.

Nairaland serial PM-sending bandit. Get used to life as an aimless, Nairaland mono-fixated psychedelic, non-achiever who was rejected by every girl in Nairaland until you started harrasing harddón for tips on how to get a girl friend .

Ghost face

You're standing at the same edge of foolhardiness that caused your mother her short , unproductive life.

And you cannot use us as the backlash of your father's paternal rascality and frustrations.

I heard you're an only son, and the ancestral deity that ended your parents' marriage prematurely and killed your mother has started fanning your neck.

Frustrated ceaseless onanist[/s].

edimolu:


See the werey dey quote himself, Didinrin buruku, you for quote me na!

I bin give you mention deliberately na, i check ur last seen , na 4 days ago, yet you by chance come online today abi come get mention shey?, thundar strike you dead for there...oloriburuku oshi

lezz:
all of Nairaland knows who postmann is. I have goaded, used and discarded you tonight like a banana peel.

Nairaland serial PM-sending bandit. Get used to life as an aimless, Nairaland mono-fixated psychedelic, non-achiever who was rejected by every girl in Nairaland until you started harrasing harddón for tips on how to get a girl friend .

Ghost face

You're standing at the same edge of foolhardiness that caused your mother her short , unproductive life.

And you cannot use us as the backlash of your father's paternal rascality and frustrations.

I heard you're an only son, and the ancestral deity that ended your parents' marriage prematurely and killed your mother has started fanning your neck.

Frustrated ceaseless onanist.

lezz:
all of Nairaland knows who postmann is. I have goaded, used and discarded you tonight like a banana peel.

Nairaland serial PM-sending bandit. Get used to life as an aimless, Nairaland mono-fixated psychedelic, non-achiever who was rejected by every girl in Nairaland until you started harrasing harddón for tipbys on how to get a girl friend .

Ghost face

You're standing at the same very edge of foolhardiness that caused your mother her short , unproductive life.

And you cannot use us as the backlash of your father's paternal rascality and frustrations.

I heard you're an only son, and the ancestral deity that ended your parents marriage prematurely and killed your mother has started fanning your neck.

Frustrated ceaseless onanist.

postmann:


Ah! Oh! Yeah!, harder! Moaned the bìtch ass, faggit, who enjoys being lezz-fùcked every now and again.

He likes it rough, brutal and rectum-shattering. He goes down on all fours, beckoning lezz to a rear entrance.

Armed with two powerful thighs and with a loin made of steel, lezz obliges... taking hold of edimolu's hips and there goes the most savage of fùcks.

Exploded rectum, torn, bloodstained anal-ligaments left this biťchass still crying for more. "How about a party with postmann sticking it in my mouth while you, lezz continues to trailer-ram me from behind?", the bitch ass sugggests.

edimolu:


You don gbagaun again , na "know" not "knows" naa, see kukuma kill me finish, ahan, na by must to type?

i tire for you ooo, u don start ur same story again,

I ask harddon for tips, how e take concern you na? na you be harddon?, abi na you be harddon papa? Abi na harddon dey feed you sotey you carry the matter for head like goat-horn , Your brain still never mature,infact i don vex sef oya i send 100 pms today, and i go send 1000 tomorrow and 10000 the next, now wey i don confirm am for you, chop shiit and die...

Mofo

Ikillfools:
LMFAO!

looks like 2018 is gonna be a good year.

this delivery, is sublime. Bravo _postmann, brah fvcking voooo!.

postmann:


Ah! Oh! Yeah!, harder! Moaned the bìtch ass, faggit, who enjoys being lezz-fùcked every now and again.

He likes it rough, brutal and rectum-shattering. He goes down on all fours, beckoning lezz to a rear entrance.

Armed with two powerful thighs and with a loin made of steel, lezz obliges... taking hold of edimolu's hips and there goes the most savage of fùcks.

Exploded rectum, torn, bloodstained anal-ligaments left this biťchass still crying for more. "How about a party with postmann sticking it in my mouth while you, lezz continues to trailer-ram me from behind?", the bitch ass sugggests.

lezz:
2017 is ending with edimolu being shellacked, scalped and beheaded like a lynch mob victim

RuthDaniels:
Oh well! this is a wonderful way of making peace


I love that poem,

lezz:


So Nairaland is now a plural subject to go with plural verb? LOMAO!!!

See the product of a backwood educational system where teachers accept farm produce as school fees.

Is emboldened ignorance part of the genetics of your contaminated bloodlines or you developed it from head wounds I have subjected you to?

Harddón-product. What if I told you harddón is just a programmed entity existing only in Nairaland.

You're the sperm every mother wished ended in a miscarriage.

Ikillfools:
hopefully, he'll be perfumed with fuel and set ablaze, so his foolishness will go 'up in smoke' like burnt offering.

Ikillfools:
hopefully, he'll be perfumed with fuel and set ablaze, so his foolishness will go 'up in smoke' like burnt offering.

postmann:


[s]Ah! Oh! Yeah!, harder! Moaned the bìtch ass, faggit, who enjoys being lezz-fùcked every now and again.

He likes it rough, brutal and rectum-shattering. He goes down on all fours, beckoning lezz to a rear entrance.

Armed with two powerful thighs and with a loin made of steel, lezz obliges... taking hold of edimolu's hips and there goes the most savage of fùcks.

Exploded rectum, torn, bloodstained anal-ligaments left this biťchass still crying for more. "How about a three-some with postmann sticking it in my mouth while you, lezz continues to trailer-ram me from behind?", the bitch ass sugggests[/s]

edimolu:


Joseph d dreamer, You ehn, nobody wey no sabi you, na to dey hide behind dey throw jabs, you wey dem don useless for sexuality section, na u worst pass, but shame no gp allow u get sense, small pikin na hin tell old man like you no dey act ur age....see fun.lord, see fucktoto, dem no reqch u fpr age yet dem get sense pass you...

Kontinu, i for put ur mattas fpr prayers too like lezzgoat, but hin problems too much, God fit vex for me if i add u join..

Oponu oshi

lezz:
Sadly his life won't be worth the fuel. Nairaland is just an excapism, a long hiatus out of the misery that has marked his existence.

edimolu:


Common shut up there before i wooz u betta slap, you still dey argue mumucally, which kain saw-dust com full ur brain so? U wey use "all" as a determiner no know say it gaz go with the verb "know".....u mumu no be small...olodo oshi, you better go skul back...

Wetin eye no go see oooo, hard.don na rob.ot?...okay...talk another one.....ode