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jossy

These are the funniest set of pics i've seen in a long time, keep'em coming

hymak

never

When was the last time someone pissed you off

mak

Nikky

With 550 posts i think you're a bit old to be here, but a welcome is still in order.

You're even lucky the person started with asl, someone started by asking me 'please i'm looking for a sugarmummy'

hmmn

NO let efcc catch you o

Stella died and went to heaven ,  As she stood in front of St. Peter at the Pearly Gates, she saw a huge wall of clocks behind her. She asked, "What are all those clocks?" St Peter answered, "Those are Lie-Clocks. Everyone on Earth has a Lie-Clock. Every time you lie, the hands on your clock will move." "Oh," said Stella, "whose clock is that?" "That's Bishop Ajayi Crowther's. The hands have never moved, indicating that he never told a lie." "Incredible," said Stella. "And whose is that one?" St Peter responded, "That's Nnamdi Azikwe's clock. The hands have moved twice, telling us that Zik told only two lies in his entire life." "Where's my husband Obasanjo's clock?" asked Stella. "Obasanjo's clock is in Jesus' office. He's using it as a ceiling fan…

Zahymaka:
Welcome jboy4life. I hope you get to meet JosBoy4Life.

welcome home jboy, i hope you get to meet josboy too

Welcome sexyangel and wise too

_{Rhodalyn he'll need some minor changes before you can call him girl}

welcome topsy, just spend some more time here and you'll get used to the controls

I'm thinking Nairalanders are going to give themselves hypertension with too much thinking

anything can happen

Say your love is a classic

She couldn't believe her ears, five - million - dollars!!!, if it had been Five million naira she wouldn't have even believed her ears talkless of dollars, when the realisation of what she carried dawned on her she knew ever more that she had to be careful but what she didn't know was that the criminal gang that sold the ring attached a tiny device to the pendant which could be traced with a handheld device within a radius of 10 km.

I was still sitting in the bus waiting for the bus to get filled an announcement in a terse voice filtered out of the speakers all around the bus ' The centuries old himalayan gold pendant reportedly stolen from a museum in brazil' and rumoured to have found it's way to Nigeria. A reward of $5,000,000 is being offered to whoever will give information leading to its recovery.

On the way to the park, i kept glancing around furtively like an escaped convict, when i sighted the part some few metres i was relieved, i jumped down payed the okada man, and went to the northern section. i payed the fare to jos and boarded. I just hoped my cousin was still there because it's been years i went there last.

I rammed right into the tree, God, i'm i lucky those guys didn't notice me driving off, i immediately came out of the car took a short cut to the main road and flagged down a bike. ' where you dey go madam' asked the okada man,  just take me to the nearest motor park ' i replied', i just wanted to be as far away as possible from lagos



_{That's my latest image}

_{let's just go on with the story, criticisms ain't taking us no where}

I noticed some movements behind the cottage and then some voices i could barely hear what they were saying ' ol boy thank God for this small cottage here o, those  bad belle people for see the tin for our hand' said one voice, ' but nobody see us as we enter the building na, why then come suspect us self' yet another voice. ' infact make we leave this place now now, enter the cottage remove the tin make we waka'. I didn't wait for the other voice to complete his statement before i entered my car and started the engine

round metallic object so bright i couldn't stare at it directly, i'm not an authority of precious metals but looking at this object i knew i had hit it big, this was the break i was looking for, even though i had never dealt in diamonds, gold or any metal or even traded before i knew this thing in my hand would sale for a number not less than six figures in it. I looked round to see if there was anyone around me, nothing, i crept into the cottage picked up the metal object with my handkerchief dropped it in my bag and stepped out trying to look as normal as i could

continued on my morning jog but i could feel his eyes burning into my back, that was the least of my worries i was thinking about my schedule for the day, there was an appointment fixed for 8:00am that morning by my college professor, he asked me to come see him, all i could think of was what i had done, did i flunk my term paper assignment? Has someone discovered my best kept secret and reported to the school authorities?

Outcast you're right, but the fe sounds more like fay, omoge it's an urhobo name, it means rich person

I  realised it was my vivid imagination again, what's happening to me? i asked as if someone was there, I stared into the mirror, I couldn't quite believe it was my image that reflected, i looked like a zombie, my eyes were red and swollen, it must have been a terrible nightmare i thought. I took a shower put on my shorts and sports bra and went out into the chilly atmosphere for a jog in my neighbourhood, I had only gone a few metres when

that picture gave me goose pimples, are those for real

My real name is ' Odafe'

Take heart 2cantango, i'm sure he's in a better place now resting

Gandoki is one of my favourites