₦airaland Forum

slyng:
Hypocrites everywhere. Preaches one man one wife but do otherwise. I just pity ur gullible followers.

carzola:
If you have been worshiping a god
Or gods and his not done anything
Anything for you.. He is useless to you..
The guy is entitled to his opinion and he has a right to question the things happening in his life..

PenisCaP:
So u dnt know what "tourists" means.
This is very embarassing my brother.

PenisCaP:
So u dnt know what "tourists" means.
This is very embarassing my brother.

TheWebbers:
And so?
Gerrarahere

Kondomatic:
When e happen now dey will blame Satan

omenkaLives:
Why's the car looking dirty?
What the hell have the palace servants been up to?
This is unacceptable!

EHIRIMCHA:
Today's my birthday.pls give me some likes

Rilwayne001:
Congrats to him. One day i will also play for Arsenal and will score fantabulous goals

Riyikebaby:
Huh? I'm a female please

BizLifeE:
If hackers can hack bank accounts, why hasn’t Bill Gates been hacked?


First of all, Hollywood shouldn’t be a primary source. Hackers cannot hack bank accounts, at least not without the bank majorly fucking up, and the hacker getting extremely lucky.

Secondly, Bill Gates does not have a bank account with 79 billion dollars in it. That would be stupid. Rich people don’t keep their wealth in dollars. The value of dollars is constantly going down. They are not good for storing wealth, they are only good for buying and selling things.

If you have wealth that you don’t want to lose and you don’t need it to spend, you buy stuff. Stuff that doesn’t decrease in value like dollars, but instead stuff that increases in value, like houses and companies. Bill Gates can’t write a check for a billion dollars, without first clearing out a billion dollars worth of real estate and stock. Even if you did get access to Bill Gates’ bank account, it almost certainly won’t have more than a few tens of thousands of dollars in it.

Source: https://www.quora.com/If-hackers-can-hack-bank-accounts-why-hasn%E2%80%99t-Bill-Gates-been-hacked

Perfect Money/Payeer here: www..com.ng

Mutaino7:
choi i made it to the front page. But wait y cant dey use a secluded area instead of being in an open area. Damn madingo nd snail yanshing in eternity.

Pascalblinks:
SHE PULLED HER PANTS…. “I FVCKED”
PART 1
(Completed)
.


“”Ushhhhhhhh… Ashhhhh”…. Take it easy,
you are hurting me.”
She sang into my ears.
What I heard was:
“Do it faster, I need it faster… Harder!!!”
Me just stepped on the pedal and pumped
away. I was hitting her deeply, paying with
her
inner cacus. The sensation I was receiving
was
really worth all the suffering I had gone
through
just to get her.
“I will sue you for Molesting me o”
She said breathlessly as I turned her round
and
began the canine style on her. Sue who? Me?
She never jam. I would be the first to sue
her. I
know you guys might think I am crazy, but I
am
not. Oya, let me rewind it so you will know
why
I would want to sue her.
I had met her in an internet cafe. I was
already
done browsing but the time still remained.
Internet cafe these days no longer install that
software that automatically shuts you down
when your time is over. It was really that
good.
I lifted my head to look at the cafe attendant,
just to determine his position. He was seated
concentrating. Lol, my mind went back to
when
I was a cafe attendant. All my spare time
were
used in watching por’n online. I believed that
was the exact thing he was doing.
“How much is 30 minutes”
I heard a lovely voice said. I looked up again
to
behold the loveliest face I had ever seen. She
was not fat and was also not on the slim
side.
Just my exact kind of woman. I was
perplexed.
Now, I wanted to approach her but my liver
had
ran away from my body. It was just me, I and
my world.
She had settled down after purchasing an
hour
of browsing time. I was watching her. The
first
place she entered was facebook. I was
excited.
I peeped and saw her name, searched for her
immediately and added her. She received me
almost immediately. I sent her a message.
“Hi, can I have your number please?”
She replied.
“LOL”
Bleep it. I was trying to put words together in
my head when…
“Oga, you time don finish o.”
Chineke. No problem. I was happy I had
established contact. What remains is to go
through her ABOUT and and find out if her
number is there.
I got home and could not sleep. I could not
even eat and I had sweat pouring all over me.
Wait, no mind that statement there, I am only
trying to sound poetic. I ate all I wanted, had
a
perfect dream and was so relaxed my sweat
glands began protesting.
All through, I was busy thinking about this
girl.
Her beautiful features. Her smile, don’t ask
me
how I got to know how her smile looks. Owk,
I
will tell you. When I requested for her
number,
she looked at me and smiled. Which green
light
green pass wetin she gimme abeg?
I got to the office on Monday morning and
quickly went to the history of our chats. Like
say we even chat many self. I clicked on her
name and whoosaa, her page flew open. I did
the first thing. Scroll through her pictures.
They
were all stuning and I was busy clapping in
my
mind. I had landed jackpot.
“Attai, why are you smiling like a fish na?”
My colleague asked me. I looked at him. He
was always this pastor type and me was
always thinking and feeling that he is a
virgin.
Lol, a man being a virgin.
“O boy, na one babe wey I hammer o. Her
own
don finish”
I replied him.
“See, Attai, you need to change. Following
women is not good. You have a bright future
ahead of you.”
He advised.
“See this man. Tell me say you no fuucckk
pass
me for your past life na”
I asked him.
He just shook his head and wanted to walk
away. I stopped him with my speech.
“If na Jesus now, him no go give up on me
like
you just do o. Your hell fire go so hot pass
my
own because I go lay allegations for your
head
on judgment day wella”
I said. He shook his head the more, like he
was
planning to clear it.
“Attai, may God forgive you”
And in the catholic fashion, I replied..
“And also you”.
Now that is bad. I kept looking at the
pictures,
imagining her lying on the bed Unclad. Her
would her Kitty-Cat look like? Kai, I was
already
fuucckking her before I got my hands on her.
My dicckk from all those thoughts had
become
as hard as iron and I ws sweating under the
AC. See me o. Me wey no sweat before, na
me
wan begin sweat now, no lele sha.
“Attai, madam dey call you”
Me? Yesu, I don enter. How I wan carry go
face
that woman now. See as my pole wire just
tanda dey salute my tight plain trouser. No
ask
me o, I dey like make my trousers dey hug
me
sometimes. Sha, the girls for my office don
teach me lesson. Anytime them see me, na to
dey look my preek.
“Ma, you sent for me”
I spoke in my oyibo-film induced English.
Who
would not want to impress an American-
trained
professional? Her English self and the way
she
dey carry talk am make me know say Ishilove
and Princesa still dey kindergarten for Use of
English.
“Yes I did”
Imagine say na Queen Elizabeth dey yan this
one. You know how Englishmen dey speak
their
English na. That kind Harry Potter them. Well,
Naija women wey school for America dey
speak
Britannica, me wey school for Kano and don
watch all the American gangster movies must
speak like them na.
.
click on the link below to continue reading
http://naijanoisemaker.com/2016/10/15/pulled-pants-fvcked-part-1/

Pascalblinks:
SHE PULLED HER PANTS…. “I FVCKED”
PART 1
(Completed)
.


“”Ushhhhhhhh… Ashhhhh”…. Take it easy,
you are hurting me.”
She sang into my ears.
What I heard was:
“Do it faster, I need it faster… Harder!!!”
Me just stepped on the pedal and pumped
away. I was hitting her deeply, paying with
her
inner cacus. The sensation I was receiving
was
really worth all the suffering I had gone
through
just to get her.
“I will sue you for Molesting me o”
She said breathlessly as I turned her round
and
began the canine style on her. Sue who? Me?
She never jam. I would be the first to sue
her. I
know you guys might think I am crazy, but I
am
not. Oya, let me rewind it so you will know
why
I would want to sue her.
I had met her in an internet cafe. I was
already
done browsing but the time still remained.
Internet cafe these days no longer install that
software that automatically shuts you down
when your time is over. It was really that
good.
I lifted my head to look at the cafe attendant,
just to determine his position. He was seated
concentrating. Lol, my mind went back to
when
I was a cafe attendant. All my spare time
were
used in watching por’n online. I believed that
was the exact thing he was doing.
“How much is 30 minutes”
I heard a lovely voice said. I looked up again
to
behold the loveliest face I had ever seen. She
was not fat and was also not on the slim
side.
Just my exact kind of woman. I was
perplexed.
Now, I wanted to approach her but my liver
had
ran away from my body. It was just me, I and
my world.
She had settled down after purchasing an
hour
of browsing time. I was watching her. The
first
place she entered was facebook. I was
excited.
I peeped and saw her name, searched for her
immediately and added her. She received me
almost immediately. I sent her a message.
“Hi, can I have your number please?”
She replied.
“LOL”
Bleep it. I was trying to put words together in
my head when…
“Oga, you time don finish o.”
Chineke. No problem. I was happy I had
established contact. What remains is to go
through her ABOUT and and find out if her
number is there.
I got home and could not sleep. I could not
even eat and I had sweat pouring all over me.
Wait, no mind that statement there, I am only
trying to sound poetic. I ate all I wanted, had
a
perfect dream and was so relaxed my sweat
glands began protesting.
All through, I was busy thinking about this
girl.
Her beautiful features. Her smile, don’t ask
me
how I got to know how her smile looks. Owk,
I
will tell you. When I requested for her
number,
she looked at me and smiled. Which green
light
green pass wetin she gimme abeg?
I got to the office on Monday morning and
quickly went to the history of our chats. Like
say we even chat many self. I clicked on her
name and whoosaa, her page flew open. I did
the first thing. Scroll through her pictures.
They
were all stuning and I was busy clapping in
my
mind. I had landed jackpot.
“Attai, why are you smiling like a fish na?”
My colleague asked me. I looked at him. He
was always this pastor type and me was
always thinking and feeling that he is a
virgin.
Lol, a man being a virgin.
“O boy, na one babe wey I hammer o. Her
own
don finish”
I replied him.
“See, Attai, you need to change. Following
women is not good. You have a bright future
ahead of you.”
He advised.
“See this man. Tell me say you no fuucckk
pass
me for your past life na”
I asked him.
He just shook his head and wanted to walk
away. I stopped him with my speech.
“If na Jesus now, him no go give up on me
like
you just do o. Your hell fire go so hot pass
my
own because I go lay allegations for your
head
on judgment day wella”
I said. He shook his head the more, like he
was
planning to clear it.
“Attai, may God forgive you”
And in the catholic fashion, I replied..
“And also you”.
Now that is bad. I kept looking at the
pictures,
imagining her lying on the bed Unclad. Her
would her Kitty-Cat look like? Kai, I was
already
fuucckking her before I got my hands on her.
My dicckk from all those thoughts had
become
as hard as iron and I ws sweating under the
AC. See me o. Me wey no sweat before, na
me
wan begin sweat now, no lele sha.
“Attai, madam dey call you”
Me? Yesu, I don enter. How I wan carry go
face
that woman now. See as my pole wire just
tanda dey salute my tight plain trouser. No
ask
me o, I dey like make my trousers dey hug
me
sometimes. Sha, the girls for my office don
teach me lesson. Anytime them see me, na to
dey look my preek.
“Ma, you sent for me”
I spoke in my oyibo-film induced English.
Who
would not want to impress an American-
trained
professional? Her English self and the way
she
dey carry talk am make me know say Ishilove
and Princesa still dey kindergarten for Use of
English.
“Yes I did”
Imagine say na Queen Elizabeth dey yan this
one. You know how Englishmen dey speak
their
English na. That kind Harry Potter them. Well,
Naija women wey school for America dey
speak
Britannica, me wey school for Kano and don
watch all the American gangster movies must
speak like them na.
.
click on the link below to continue reading
http://naijanoisemaker.com/2016/10/15/pulled-pants-fvcked-part-1/

SmarisAjur:
I have been thinking lately because of the rise of news on Yahoo boys, Malaysian guys, etc in Nigeria and I have these questions to ask:
1. The money made from ritual, do they have serial no like the ones in the bank?
2. Do they put these money into the bank?
3. If no 2 is yes then how come they are not detected as counter?
3. If no 2 is no, then it means they just keep the money in the house and spend from there. If this is the case then they are spending the millions on luxury like buying expensive cars, houses, women and doing businesses. I ask again when they pay for these goods and services, won't the money be lodged into an account?
These questions keep making me feel there is nothing like blood money.
Please friends put me in the know. The rate at which I hear news of ritualists and the kind of money I hear them make is alarming.
Stellamaris C.

Piiko:
My grandpa don get diabetes for 30 yrs now kai so he's missing out on a lot of goodies

NOC1:
One community. I do not know how people manage more than two kids, anything more than two is crowd to me.

chiefolododo:
Answer me I just want to know

tollyboy5:
lady ke? lady bawo?