Goldieluks:


Don't fret, I wouldn't mind sharing.

queensmith:

here we go again getting over personal, am 'I talking down' when I point out the truth?

Where on earth have I 'exalted' (the term just makes me laugh) other races?

shymmex:

Go read your own post history..

queensmith:

sharrap! its not my fault you are overly sensitive!

shymmex:

I'm overly sensitive, but you're moderate, huh?

The same chic who curses anyone that disrespect naija chics..

queensmith:

Am i meant to embrace those that disrespect naija chicks?

shymmex:

Delusions of grandeur!

Stop throwing the toys out of the pram.

Sagamite:

WTF?

What kind of stewpid statement is this?

queensmith:

he wouldn't want to share with anybody, he wants shymmex all to himself!

Sagamite:

You can share with whomever you want to share with, but be fcking guaranteed you are not getting Sagamite.

queensmith:

he wouldn't want to share with anybody, he wants shymmex all to himself!

Goldieluks:

hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaaaaaaa
see this CRETIN, stop flattering yourself, i already got shymmex, who wants a discombobo cretin??

shymmex: ^^^Who let this freshie out of his cage?

Stop stalking me, pu.ssy.

Sagamite:

He would love your fck face, fooool.

I would not touch Kola Boof look-alikes with a bagpole.

You will never get a chance with Saga. English premiership is far classier and out of reach than the Ugandan 3rd division material.

Brixtonyute:

u fink you're bad now, waste thing. don't run ya mouf to me, mate.

Goldieluks:

And you?? who do you want?? don't lie!!!

shymmex:

And am I meant to embrace you for talking down on naija guys?

Sagamite:

Walrus-like tranny, he likes trannies.

With your blubber and a face worse than Kola Boof, you will turn him the fck on.

You will not need to make fictional boyfriends up again to stop us yabbing you that you have none.

queensmith:

you are meant to embrace the truth.

Brixtonyute: I was born a rose but I grew up out of concrete to find my way in the world.. Dad was never really around, and mum worked her socks off to raise me.. Childhood was tragicomedy literally; sweet sometimes, but hard as a rock sometimes..Yeah, I was a council estate kid! I vowed at age 7 never to shed a tear for the rest of my life, and take on every situation I face like a man.. Age 10, I was already a man, making my own money and saving, in secondary school..

At age 13, the yardies on my block were my role models, and the notorious Myatts Field Estate, Brixton was where I called home.. Age 14, I was a gang member shotting weed, crack, PCP etc. on those roads. I had whatever drug you can get from a road pharmacist, and the fiends never stopped ringing my phone.. I had my own share of road wars, got shanked a couple of times, and shot at a couple of times.

But my life changed when I met this chic. Pretty thing with a big batty.. She showed me the love I never believed existed, and she loved me so much that I was scared she was trying to set me up, and hand me over to the jakes.. Then I discovered I was also in love with this girl, but I just couldn't act right because my past life shaped up my mentality the wrong way.. I've anger problems, and trust was something that was foreign to me due to my past life.. I'm from the school of hardknocks, and the road code of ethics governs the way I live, and how I do things.. Thanks to this chic and her persistence, and help; I got an education, but it never changed my mentality..

About 7months ago, she left me, and my life has never been the same..My life ended the day she left me, and I've never been the same since then.. I still cry sometimes because of this girl (Something I vowed never to do again)..

It must be love, and love is indeed powerful!

True life story.

Brixtonyute: I was born a rose but I grew up out of concrete to find my way in the world.. Dad was never really around, and mum worked her socks off to raise me.. Childhood was tragicomedy literally; sweet sometimes, but hard as a rock sometimes..Yeah, I was a council estate kid! I vowed at age 7 never to shed a tear for the rest of my life, and take on every situation I face like a man.. Age 10, I was already a man, making my own money and saving, in secondary school..

At age 13, the yardies on my block were my role models, and the notorious Myatts Field Estate, Brixton was where I called home.. Age 14, I was a gang member shotting weed, crack, PCP etc. on those roads. I had whatever drug you can get from a road pharmacist, and the fiends never stopped ringing my phone.. I had my own share of road wars, got shanked a couple of times, and shot at a couple of times.

But my life changed when I met this chic. Pretty thing with a big batty.. She showed me the love I never believed existed, and she loved me so much that I was scared she was trying to set me up, and hand me over to the jakes.. Then I discovered I was also in love with this girl, but I just couldn't act right because my past life shaped up my mentality the wrong way.. I've anger problems, and trust was something that was foreign to me due to my past life.. I'm from the school of hardknocks, and the road code of ethics governs the way I live, and how I do things.. Thanks to this chic and her persistence, and help; I got an education, but it never changed my mentality..

About 7months ago, she left me, and my life has never been the same..My life ended the day she left me, and I've never been the same since then.. I still cry sometimes because of this girl (Something I vowed never to do again)..

It must be love, and love is indeed powerful!

True life story.

Brixtonyute:

I just don't trust her.. Trust isn't my thing.

queensmith:

do you have no life at all? Is that why you must make a big deal out of absolutely eeeeeverything? I mean I know you are sad and pathetic and misery loves company n all but you are a really messed up case.

bloody hell!

Brixtonyute: I was born a rose but I grew up out of concrete to find my way in the world.. Dad was never really around, and mum worked her socks off to raise me.. Childhood was tragicomedy literally; sweet sometimes, but hard as a rock sometimes..Yeah, I was a council estate kid! I vowed at age 7 never to shed a tear for the rest of my life, and take on every situation I face like a man.. Age 10, I was already a man, making my own money and saving, in secondary school..

At age 13, the yardies on my block were my role models, and the notorious Myatts Field Estate, Brixton was where I called home.. Age 14, I was a gang member shotting weed, crack, PCP etc. on those roads. I had whatever drug you can get from a road pharmacist, and the fiends never stopped ringing my phone.. I had my own share of road wars, got shanked a couple of times, and shot at a couple of times.

But my life changed when I met this chic. Pretty thing with a big batty.. She showed me the love I never believed existed, and she loved me so much that I was scared she was trying to set me up, and hand me over to the jakes.. Then I discovered I was also in love with this girl, but I just couldn't act right because my past life shaped up my mentality the wrong way.. I've anger problems, and trust was something that was foreign to me due to my past life.. I'm from the school of hardknocks, and the road code of ethics governs the way I live, and how I do things.. Thanks to this chic and her persistence, and help; I got an education, but it never changed my mentality..

About 7months ago, she left me, and my life has never been the same..My life ended the day she left me, and I've never been the same since then.. I still cry sometimes because of this girl (Something I vowed never to do again)..

It must be love, and love is indeed powerful!

True life story.

queensmith:

you better go and find yourself another dude. The one you are following is taken Can't you see sagafag trolling him everywhere. Do you really want to fight for a gay?

Go after brixtonyute he's just had his heart broken and is probably vunerable, a nice goldilocks is just what he needs!

henryskywalker2003:

Sounds like a combo of Super Story and Tales by Moonlight, written by a tipsy Wale Adenuga and narrated by a high Aunty Bisi. On a side note though, maybe she's an angel sent from heaven to set you straight and she had to leave once the mission has been accomplished or were you thinking that you were her only assignment? Trying watching Touched by an Angel (the foreign series o, no be home movie) and you'll understand.