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The girl is probably not into her guy, considering the fact that the soup was cooked by some1 not related to him.

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Lekinz cc NLjega

Hbd.

Cetona:
Oya o, modelmike7, dre11, Brymo, Caseless et al, it's time to come vote your boy Lekinz. Jah bless.

All the best Lekinz, gotta go to class. Be back much later.

Lekinz. NLjega

lekinz:
Sir !!!

I was just trying to cast a vote. I was actually beckoned to.

modelmike7:
. . . . . . . . Okay, Lekinz have my vote bro.

lekinz

e yaaah

oh lawd ! have mercy and there is another family in another part of the world, praying and believing God for a child. life is fair indeed, life is even dencia.

Jamean:
Lol...I have taught same about Adeaks court sitting.

About my crush....hmmm!

Good morning dear

recommending a Tyler Perry's movie for ya. '" The haves and the have not". went thru ya diary. sorrie op for derailing.

dino with iz shenanigans.

okay, sar.

pregnancies

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funlord:
Who brought U into the Lords mentions? Did U forget 2 take your postinor 2 tabs 2day or Are U just _stupid? Is this a classroom or the internet? Look @ this "vacuous teenage dunce" who masquerades as a feminist! I have more knowledge in my "thumb than U have in your entire "mucus and sewage matter filled brain" so I can't even see my self engaging in a discourse with someone currently engaged "in a war with multiple carry overs in unilag" or that does not even have an n.y.s.c certificate yet! Now listen carefully "rodent" after the superb beat down I gave you earlier on this forum you resorted to running, reporting and calling MODS to save U anytime U even saw me reading a thread U were ranting on! I was not suprised at your cowardice because "empty vessels like yourself make a lot of noise and sound loud from a distance", it is only on closer inspection that one realises that u are really as docile as a house cat! Now take your cowardly persona and go and banter with your MATES or other MONGS who have ample time 4 your special brand of silly behaviour! Unless U want me 2 feature U in "Disgrace session season 2", then please I would advise that U gladly create a thread that would doubly serve as a "ban free zone for both of us, as well as the scene that would enable other landers 2 read out your eulogy and observe your last rites!" IF U don't do that, then U are A _BASTARD, A COWARD and an INCONSEQUENTIAL FLEA BAG! Now swerve a little bit into the oncoming traffic on the 3rd mainland bridge so that U may end up as roadkill! That is your destiny after all! I rate and have more regard 4 my toilet paper over U! Ewu!!!

this is way too mean.

epp pLiz

naija1stpikin:
Just to let you know, she's not a single mum, she's been happily married to same man (my dad) all her life.
You? Same can't be said of you. We know how your mum got to china (Benin hustle) we know how you got pregnant without knowing the father. (Like mother like daughter) We know how you survive in China; money for hand, back for ground biz
Next time you wanna go on your madness spree, watch who you pick

Not replying you again
Bye

this post is mean, on all levels

if they watch porn too mm much, they might die!

like a dream- Solomon Lange ready aim- Mali music no shades of grey- Jonathan Mcreynolds God's not dead- Newboys

freindzonig is shitting on someone's head. It can also be define as a situation in which someone is not good enof to be loved.

nice one dude. YWNA

red alert!!!!!! Bruce Jenner thats how he started. The question is gay.

mizshawny:
Hola senor pinata

..Yo, we can rent Granddad out for Mexican birthday parties! We can call him, Senor Piñata! Hola...

Beamborla:
Lol... I love the cartoon scatter.

I guess this speech was given to Riley when grandad was scared he could be gay.

A pin.p named Slickback is one of my favorites sha but Grandad has got my hrt.

I love it when he sings... You know the way he sings na

sure u r indeed a fan. 'Soul plane, soul plane eh eh eh'. One of those stupid song of his.

Beamborla:
Made me remember boondocks
'You can't have my booty, my booty is mine'

Nwayz, yew people really need to unite and speak with one voice if indeed you want justice.

Na wa o! We never deal with guys finish... Now na fellow ladies

u watch boondocks waow. This's my fav line. (lenghty) I don't think Homies Over Hoes is a sentiment that A love-vendor
Named Slickback can cosign, Riley. I mean don't get me wrong. A
love-vendor Named Slickback would put a lot of things over a ho. Money
over a ho? Always. Brand new gators over a ho? Absolutely. A
turkey sandwich with just tomato? Guaranteed. But homies? Oh
no. A love-vendor Named Slickback don't do shit for the homies. Let me
reiterate. Don't do shit for the homies. Unless the homie wanna
walk that stroll and get that money, a homie ain't gettin' a
goddamn thing. And the same goes for brothers, peeps, dudes,
fellas, dunnies, comrades, whatever the Bleep niggas is callin' each
other nowadays. Sound like some gay shit to me. -A love-vendor
Named Slickback

Oshee.

mo abudu is way over due....
This amazing story was originally posted on Facebook. It is a touching lesson on being patient - you HAVE to read it, it'll change how you think. A NYC Taxi driver wrote: I arrived at the address and honked the horn. After waiting a few minutes I honked again. Since this was going to be my last ride of my shift I thought about just driving away, but instead I put the car in park and walked up to the door and knocked.. 'Just a minute', answered a frail, elderly voice. I could hear something being dragged across the floor. After a long pause, the door opened. A small woman in her 90's stood before me. She was wearing a print dress and a pillbox hat with a veil pinned on it, like somebody out of a 1940's movie. By her side was a small nylon suitcase. The apartment looked as if no one had lived in it for years. All the furniture was covered with sheets. There were no clocks on the walls, no knickknacks or utensils on the counters. In the corner was a cardboard box filled with photos and glassware. 'Would you carry my bag out to the car?' she said. I took the suitcase to the cab, then returned to assist the woman. She took my arm and we walked slowly toward the curb. She kept thanking me for my kindness. 'It's nothing', I told her.. 'I just try to treat my passengers the way I would want my mother to be treated.' 'Oh, you're such a good boy, she said. When we got in the cab, she gave me an address and then asked, 'Could you drive through downtown?' 'It's not the shortest way,' I answered quickly.. 'Oh, I don't mind,' she said. 'I'm in no hurry. I'm on my way to a hospice. I looked in the rear-view mirror. Her eyes were glistening. 'I don't have any family left,' she continued in a soft voice..'The doctor says I don't have very long.' I quietly reached over and shut off the meter. 'What route would you like me to take?' I asked. For the next two hours, we drove through the city. She showed me the building where she had once worked as an elevator operator. We drove through the neighborhood where she and her husband had lived when they were newlyweds She had me pull up in front of a furniture warehouse that had once been a ballroom where she had gone dancing as a girl. Sometimes she'd ask me to slow in front of a particular building or corner and would sit staring into the darkness, saying nothing. As the first hint of sun was creasing the horizon, she suddenly said, 'I'm tired.Let's go now'. We drove in silence to the address she had given me. It was a low building, like a small convalescent home, with a driveway that passed under a portico. Two orderlies came out to the cab as soon as we pulled up. They were solicitous and intent, watching her every move. They must have been expecting her. I opened the trunk and took the small suitcase to the door. The woman was already seated in a wheelchair. 'How much do I owe you?' She asked, reaching into her purse. 'Nothing,' I said 'You have to make a living,' she answered. 'There are other passengers,' I responded. Almost without thinking, I bent and gave her a hug. She held onto me tightly. 'You gave an old woman a little moment of joy,' she said. 'Thank you.' I squeezed her hand, and then walked into the dim morning light. Behind me, a door shut. It was the sound of the closing of a life. I didn't pick up any more passengers that shift. I drove aimlessly lost in thought. For the rest of that day, I could hardly talk. What if that woman had gotten an angry driver, or one who was impatient to end his shift? What if I had refused to take the run, or had honked once, then driven away? On a quick review, I don't think that I have done anything more important in my life. We're conditioned to think that our lives revolve around great moments. But great moments often catch us unaware-beautifully wrapped in what others may consider a small one. (via Facebook)

femimike1:
OK.
buh can I ask why u think every one is an introvert with these write up?

'cos this is typical of most people. I meant what u just posted.

Orijin101:
This is not a pant, it is a ______ ?

it's patta.

north. Arewa is endowed, especially the fulanis [sup]

femimike1:
They are just Myths

Myths are narrative patterns that give significance to our existence.