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That is a kool idea you know, maybe that is wat i will do, ii will start buying chairs and stuff little by little now, cos the money i av migth not be enof to do all i had in mind. Thax so much |
Am really interested in this buz my only challenge is cars to convey my chairs and tables and the canopies, i already gathered money for the tables and chair and i don't av mind for loan. is there any thing i can do abt this? |
@olivedmund i av 200,000, i intend to use the money to start a rental business but my only challenge there is how can i get bus to convey the chairs and table to places needed. pls advice |
KunleOshob:Can't you guys come here wit a good joke about women ![]() but you guys are doin good jobs here sha ROFLMAO |
dam i love waist bead, i used to use when i was in school. but my man doesn't like it now so i av to drop,but i still admire it on ladies ![]() |
SOJ:thax a lot, that really help |
No not ok, i need new ones. the pple i want to sold it for re big pple oh |
Does anybody knows where i can get good and cheap things to buy in lagos? as in men's cloths like vest, ties, boxers and likes Like how much do you think i must have to start that kind of business i reside in warri/PH, i want to buy in lagos then bring down here to sell |
WHY BEATING ABOUT THE BUSH ![]() I WILL GO STRA8 TO THR POINT, 'BABY I WANT YOU' WIT MY SEXY EYES THAT HE CANNOT RESIST OR JUST GRAB THE THING, NO BE MY OWN ? TOUCH, SUCK AND STUFF, I BEG FORGET FUNNY MOVES, ![]() |
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fesse: |
MY 'MAIN' ![]() |
jeanbro:Take over wat i think he is aware and if not ![]() |
darkroll:So here, i read your reply and burst into laffter and pple was wondering wat 's happening. I think your reply can also be joke, amybe i shd post it as new topic |
1.Word of affirmation (words that make us feel appreciated) 2.Gift ( am sure this works for large number of ladies ) 3.Service ( I bet most african men love this,especially if she knows how to serve well in kitchen lol) 4.Quality time ( spending some good time together ) 5.Touch ( could be a hug, a kiss,holding hands and could be hmmmmmmmmmmm i will tell you later) I think i love ALL This order: (1), (2), (4) I love my man spending time wit me not today friend's birthday, tomorow cousin's birthday Then i love gift too |
you know despite thew fact thet i post this trend, i come here almost everyhour to read the joke its still my best joke so far. ![]() |
Am happy you all love it, una thank you |
Migines:na real wah |
sniperwolf:sniperwolf, i like your name too, but not as kool as the name DIGITAL ![]() |
CIA Test The CIA had an opening for an assassin. After all of the background checks, interviews, and testing were done there were three finalists, two men and a woman. For the final test, the CIA agents took one of the men to a large metal door and handed him a gun. “We must know that you will follow your instructions, no matter what the circumstances. Inside of this room, you will find your wife sitting in a chair. Kill her!!!” The man said, “You can’t be serious. I could never shoot my wife.” The agent said, “Then you’re not the right man for this job.” The second man was given the same instructions. He took the gun and went into the room. All was quiet for about five minutes. Then the man came out with tears in his eyes. “I tried, but I can’t kill my wife.” The agent said, “You don’t have what it takes. Take your wife and go home.” Finally, it was the woman’s turn. She was given the same instructions, to kill her husband. She took the gun and went into the room. Shots were heard, one shot after another. They heard screaming, crashing, banging on the walls. After a few minutes, all was quiet. The door opened slowly and there stood the woman. She wiped the sweat from her brow and said, “You guys didn’t tell me the gun was loaded with blanks. I had to beat him to death with the chair.” |
. once an ijaw kid will always be an ijaw kidthis is funny |
CONFESSION OF AN IJAW KID Little Diepriye came into the kitchen where his mother was making dinner. His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a good time to tell his mother what he wanted. "Mom, I want a bike for my birthday. " Little Priye was a bit of a troublemaker. He had gotten into trouble at school and at home. Priye's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday. Little Priye, of course, thought he did. Priye's mother wanted Priye to reflect on his behavior over the last year. "Go to your room, Priye, and think about how you have behaved this year. Then write a letter to God and tell him why you deserve a bike for your birthday." Little Priye stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter. Letter 1 Dear God, I have been a very good boy this year and I would like a bike for my birthday. I want a red one. Your friend, Priye Priye knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a very good boy this year, so he tore up the letter and started over. Letter 2 Dear God, This is your friend Priye. I have been a good boy this year and I would like a red bike for my birthday. Thank you. Your friend Priye Priye knew that this wasn't true either. So, he tore up the letter and started again. Letter 3 Dear God, I have been an "OK "boy this year. I still would really like a bike for my birthday. Priye Priye knew he could not send this letter to God either. So, Priye wrote a fourth letter. Letter 4 God, I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very sorry. I will be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday. Please! Thank you, Priye Priye knew, even if it was true, this letter was not going to get him a bike. Now, Priye was very upset. He went downstairs and told his mom that he wanted to go to church. Priye's mother thought her plan had worked, as Priye looked very sad. "Just be home in time for dinner," Priye's mother told him. Priye walked down the street to the church on the corner. Little Priye went into the church and up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone was there. Priye bent down and picked up a statue of the Mary. He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the church, down the street, into the house, and up to his room. He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen. Priye began to write his letter to God. Letter 5 God, I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER AGAIN, SEND THE BIKE!!!!!!!!!! The hit man. Diepriye |
Migines:haha expert, is it that simple ![]() mellow:you think ![]() |
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ce-yohn:Yes ohhh ce-yohn, i think i shd just try few stuffs wit my man b4 ours turn out this way ![]() |
iya aje:Oro pa esi je, oro di huuuuuuu. iya aje oro ohun ma ga gan ni oh |
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Jeovy:na warri i dey oh mii pple ![]() |
In a Classroom in Warri: Teacher: You Boy, spell plantain Boy: Whish one? The ripe one abi the unripe one? Teacher: Shuo !! What difference does it make? Just spell plantain! Boy: Teasha, If you fry the ripe one na 'DODO', if you fry the unripe one na 'SHIPS', if you roast am, na 'BOLI', all of dem na plantain, so whish one you wan make I spell na |
mopegirl:do you want me to include your surname? ![]() |
iya aje:Okan e ma doti ooooo ![]() |
mopegirl:Ask him oh mopelola ![]() |

i used to use when i was in school. but my man doesn't like it now so i av to drop,

as the name DIGITAL