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Get a life

What of chika ibe

2go.co.za

After the shakara na still 9 months go end am

For every action there is an equal but opposite reaction

So this thread is still alive

Boring *yawn*Boring *yawn*

If u don't take care of ur wife who will

Just like u

Na so oh seeing plenty editing

Its error from nairaland I have edited it twice still happens. Its not my fault

Yawn

During lunch at work last week, I ate 3 plates of beans (which I know I shudn't).
When I got home, my husband seemed excited to see me and exclaimed delightedly: "Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight." He then blindfolded me and led me to my chair at the dinner table. I took a seat and just as he was about to remove my blindfold, the telephone rang.
He made me promise not to touch the blindfold until he returned and went to answer the call. The beans I had consumed were still affecting me and the pressure was becoming unbearable, so while my husband was out of the room I seized the opportunity, shifted my weight to one leg and let one go.
It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertiliser truck running over a skunk in front of a garbage dump! I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.
Then, shifting to the other leg, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on releasing atomic bombs like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable!Eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, so I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long.
He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.
At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table, with their hands to their noses, chorused: "Happy Birthday,

It was not only loud, but it smelled like a fertiliser truck running over a skunk in front of a garbage dump! I took my napkin from my lap and fanned the air around me vigorously.
Then, shifting to the other leg, I ripped off three more. The stink was worse than cooked cabbage. Keeping my ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room, I went on releasing atomic bombs like this for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable!Eventually the telephone farewells signaled the end of my freedom, so I quickly fanned the air a few more times with my napkin, placed it on my lap and folded my hands back on it feeling very relieved and pleased with myself. My face must have been the picture of innocence when my husband returned, apologizing for taking so long.
He asked me if I had peeked through the blindfold, and I assured him I had not.
At this point, he removed the blindfold, and twelve dinner guests seated around the table, with their hands to their noses, chorused: "Happy Birthday,

nothing do u

you aske dme to sell it have you forgotten

Studio CFR:
and u called dis a JOKE?


*Exits Thread*

why are u like this

meeeee

;d

aboki didnt slice it i sold it for money

can i give u my grand mum

ifesly:
lie lie head. wastin in osodi bridge and talkin about alaska

no word for you

but you forced it out of my finger

alimo bitter

hope swansea repeats the score

8-2 isnt 3-1