Mazi, U are nothing but a bunch of talent, inspiration and raw unaldultrted talent. Are you a drug baron? Cos u have an unusual skill of feeding your Junkies(followers) enuf to satisfy their cravings and at the same time leave them screaming, panting and scrambling over each other for more of your unique drug(story).
You even provided employment for over 20 people on the thread! You tite die! My fingers are crossed in anticipation of your next masterpiece.

PS; Sex sell but it gets old quickly. Wud love to see an emotional side of you in your PPA. (Thought the title alone is suggestive of a contrary plot.)
Like a nuke, You are tha BOMB!

^^ Sir

Yes

Sir!

Thanks, Foxy, Blue and Phinity318.
Next upload soon. server is apparently clear now.

I was lugging a plastic nylon bag full of nails and other rudimentary tools used in carpentry work as I walked along the dry, hard laterite road. I was sweating already as the bag was quite heavy, and we still had about another three hundred meters to walk to our destination but I did not mind. It was rare for me to have the chance to break my tiring daily routine which involved waking up, going to school, coming straight home, going to the farm on Tuesdays, Thursdays and Saturday evenings, sleeping and starting the whole thing all over again. Today was special, we were going to the senior officer's quaters which was about half a kilimeter from where I and my family lived. The quaters was reserved for the big "Ogas" who worked in the same establishment as my father. There was just something different about the quaters, apart from the bigger houses, the pretty expensive looking cars that littered the parking lots, and the chubby looking kids who always seemed to be dressed in thier sunday best, there seemed to be something in the air itself that was lacking in in the junior quaters that I, my father, mother and four other siblings lived in with other junior staff.
I was tired of kicking the little "ball" I had been playing with while I walked along the road and raised my head to look at my companion. I was about thirteen years old and standing about five feet tall but I still had to look up towards my father. The sun seemed to be set in a moving halo behind his head as he walked beside me and the bright light blurred out most of his features but I could describe him even immediately after waking from a deep sleep. He had an oblong shaped head that was always shaven to the skin, oriental shaped eyes and one of the thinnest lips I have ever seen on anyone. On his broad shoulder was a bundle of wood which we intended to use for a job my father had gotten few days ago. My father was not really a carpenter, he had picked up the "skill" during his job hunting days when he had stumbled on a vacancy for a carpenter and due to how hard things were with him, he had promptly applied and was employed for the two month long job at a construction firm. Luckily for him, the job had only involved nailing one piece of wood to another and his incapability went unnoticed. He had gradually gained the basic skills in carpentary before the expiration of the contract job. He had told us that story about a million times over the years with great and sometimes varying details.
My father was presently employed in a new government establishment as an office clerk and only engaged in carpentary jobs to supplement his meager salary. Though the salary was very poor especially for the junior staff, the living condition was very okay. We had twenty four hours electricity, steady water supply and the general environment was very neat and clean owing to the fact that the buildings were less than 6 months old. We stayed in a two room self contained apartment with basic facilities to make life easy.
Through the combined income of my father and my mother's petty trading and farming, we were able to live better than most of our peers, we dressed better and ate better than most. We were even amongst the lucky few who could afford to buy a colour television and our radio even had a remote! I was a big boy in a little way.
Today, I wasn't only going to the senior quaters, we were going to the house of the "Oga kpata kpata!. Part of his roof had been blown of few months back during a thunder storm. The government had replaced the roof immediately but they had failed to replace the ceilings which had huge watermarks defacing them. Some were even buldging.
After numerous request by the "Oga" for it to be fixed he had personally taken it upon himself and foot the bills required to replace the ceiling boards. My father had been called, he gave his quotation and finally got the job. It was a saturday and working with my father meant that I would miss farm work for that day. Good, I hated going to the farm even though I almost never did anything whenever I went. The tedious jobs at the farm were mostly done by my three elder sisters and my mother, my younger brother was still too young to be of much use in the farm. He stayed home attending to the little kiosk my father had constructed from left over wood last month for my mother to sell to retail provisions.
We walked past the senior quaters and headed towards the house of the General Manager, GM as he was often refered to. His house was seperate from others and was fenced round with a twenty four hour security detail at the gate. My father hadn't said a word to me since we left home. From his breath I could tell that he had had a few bottles to drink. He always did that anytime he had a little cash to spare and he speaks very little whenever he was tipsy. Drinking and working had gotten him into trouble many times before. He had once mixed up measurement for a cabinet he constructed and had ended up doing it all over again at his expense after the customer rejected the "improved version". I hoped the same thing wont happen again today ath his boss's house. He could get fired!
"Hey, how na? Oga dey house,?" My father reponded to the Gate Man as we stepped into the compound.
"Yes o. Him don even ask whether you don show". The gate man responded. We walked futher into the compound and for the first time I saw how big the house really was. The job was going to be tedious, we had sixteen ceiling boards to change and it was already 4.pm.

Hey guys, I have been gettin the "server is currently overwhelmed" crap since noon. I jsut suceeded in posting the above. More when i can get through.
sorry for the long wait.

My mother was no psychic, but she could easily tell when something was amiss with those close to her, expecially her children. She had it as a natural gift. On some occasions she would have a dream some days before the event took place or at other times she would 'see' such happenings even without her being present. It was scary at times, the clarity of her visions. I remember traveling back home for the holidays on one occasion and my mother had called me to her room to have a talk with me. The room was quite stuffy as there was no electricity to power the old and rusting SMC ceiling fan, so I had taken off the T-shirt I was wearing.
"Dee, look I have something to tell you. I am very worried about the dream I had about you two months ago". She said as she rearranged her wrapper tied around her breast and then reached for her "book of dreams". I and my siblings had christened the diary she used in recording any strange dreams she had "The book of dreams". A flip through the pages of that diary would give any feeble minded reader shivers down his spine as the event recorded in them could qualify for a script of a hollywood horror movie. What made it even stranger was the facts in the book were mostly accurate with real life happening, the only differences were the dates. The day my father was hit by a trailer loaded with cement some years ago while on his way to get drugs for the cough I had as a kid was an example of such. My mother had dreamnt and recorded it in her dairy with details as minor as the trailer's license plate number and the driver's surname about two weeks prior to the incidence. The only difference was that unlike the dream, my father had survived the accident with just a gash on his forehead. I guess the prayers and fasting she embarked on immediately after having the dream had worked to an extent.
"I saw you standing naked in front of a human skull, it was dark and it was raining. Two girls suddenly appeared and one of them took your right hand and pierced it with something and blood was rushing out of you thumb and poured on the skull without end". She said while handing me the dairy after opening the page where she had recorded the dream.
Beads of sweat gathered on my forehead and my finger stuck onto the page of the book as they had not only become moist, they were dripping with sweat! This cant be true! I thought as I stared wide eyed at the date recorded at the top of the page. Twenty eight of June, 2003. Is this a joke? I sacnned through the page and I almost fainted. If my mother had been standing right there, she wouldn't have given a better description. What I was looking at was the exact description of the night of my initiation, correct to the date! There were even details there I had forgotten about! The only difference here was the deep spiritual colouration her description had.
"So Dee, you have to be carefull at school". She added while handing me the hand fan she picked from her bed. She must have mistaken my sudden bout of pespiration to be caused by the stuffy room we were in.
"Kneel down let's pray". With wobbly leg, I did as she instructed and we prayed together for the next two hours straight. I was also to carry out six to twelve fasting for the next three days to avoid the evil that she thought might befall me in the near future. That was my mother, she did not even think that the evil had already taken place.
The same thing had happened in this instance. She had woken up after dreaming that I had been attacked and killed by armed robbers. (Who else would attack her "innocent" son with dangerous weapons?). She had called my phone throughout that day without response and almost at the point of hysteria, called my friend Otu. Though Otu had assured her I was okay, she was not reassured as he could not make her speak with me. When she had told Otu about her dream about me being involved in a robbery attack, he had used it in my favour and lied that it was so, though I had survived and was in critical condition in the hospital.
My mother had gotten on the next available bus, arrived late at night and found me in a comatose state. Otu had fabricated the rest of the story about me being attacked in a taxi on my way back from work.
What I felt was relief, not happiness that my secret was still safe. I would readilly shoot myself in the head rather than face my mother with her being in the know of how much i had fallen away from the path that she had struggled so hard to keep me on. I could not believe how much I had failed in keeping with my initial desire to achieve success. What had gone wrong? At which point did I take that evil step that almost cost me my life?
I lifted my bandaged arm to console my mother as her sobs were tearing the very cells that made up my heart with guilt. A tear fell from her eyes and landed on a patch of bandage stained with my blood. I did not know why, and I no longer cared that my "rugged brother" was standing by my bed. I closed my eyes and allowed the regret and guilt which had gathered into a furnace of liquid fire behind my eyes pour forth.
I cried uncontrolably as I sent my thoughts back to the begining.

P Beni: Mr knockturnal you need to update more often, you waste a lot of time. Nice story though...
*subscribing*

My Oga, no vex. I don type alot of the work to update soon. Just get ready to read. e go long o!

don ifez: Subscribing

Welcome Sir.

ebamma: sup di continue story fo emi, ke mbet oh, but akpaniko ke di ke edi eyen mafia?

Sorry please, work no give man breathing space dis week. I ll do justice to the story dis evening and the entire weekend.
Iyooo o, idoho ntoro.

Larry-Sun:

I don't have any gasket to blow, since the name used isn't a major character. Besides, do I have to opt out too? However the case may be, the fact still remains that she did a hell of a job there. The ladies are spinning a whole lots of surprises.

Ooooookay. just an observation from a Learner.

Ishilove:
What familiar names? When i checked last, Larry is a VERY common name. Phrenology is in the dic, so what are talking about?

Ishi, I am only aquinted with only one Larry on this side of the atlantic; and he is the originator of this wonderful excersice. *coincidence?* Nah, I dont think so. My girlfriend is named EFEtobome, but I was sympathetic with Efemena_xy at not wanting her name used in the collabo. Now Pyguru, there realy is only one Pyguru!
I love your narrative of Madam K during her make up session. Reminds me of Efe's during the Photo shoot of Amina Dasunta......They are just out of this world! Like a space shuttle.
#teamtintinnabulation#

Great stuff Ishilove......a really nice continuation. The use of familiar names tainted it for me though. ***Wondering why oga Larry and Pyguru are not reacting the way Madam Efe did when her name was used earlier.***
Was really expecting more though.

You guys are just too much!

The nurse had gathered her instruments in her stainless steel tray and immediately proceeded to leave. She had opened the door, and turned around to close it behind her, and for a brief moment she raised her gaze from the door handle and our eys met because I was still looking at her. Her face was expressionless but I saw a look in her eyes which I had found difficult to read. Was that mockery in those eyes? Did she thinks I was a sex starved nymphomaniac? Oh well, I had made a fool of myself in front of her so i she was free to think whatever she liked.
The door opened immediately and in came my mother and Otu. I had not seen Otu since I woke up and he smiled as he approached my bed. I did not know what to feel towards him, if I had left that area after recieving that call this situation would not have befallen me. At the same time if he had not come to my rescue, shooting like a wild desperado and brougth me to the hospital, I would have been pushing up daisies.
"My Oga! How you dey fell na?" He asked me with a smile playing on his lips. I nodded my head to let him know I was okay.
"We thank God. No worry you go soon dey okay." I nodded again though I wasn't too sure about the soon part. From the way my whole body ached, I knew I was gonna have a pretty long healing period.
"Him no dey talk?" He asked my mother with alarm and fear on his face.
"He has not said anything o, since he woke up. I dont know why." was my mother's response. I could see the fear had spread to her also as she looked at me with sadness in her eyes. I lifted my hand and touched the bandage which covered my right eye and part of the right side of my head. They obviously did not get the message as they continued starring at me cluelessly. Damn. These guy want to force me to speak, I had to allay my mother's fears. I gathered all my energy and braced myself for the pain which I knew was going to follow.
"Jaw. Painful. To talk." I reeled out like a telegraph machine and closed my eyes to endure the barage of pains which followed.
"Okay! Okay!" They both chorused as my mother gently carresed my hand.
"Na God go purnish those robbers, instead of them to go find work to do na to dey waka for road dey collect from people wey dey suffer. They will not see this december! Except my God is sleeping". My mother went on with her eyes already closed. I could see tears begin to gather and roll down her cheeks. She lost control and began sobbing audibly while raining curses on the "lazy, good for nothing" and apparently doomed "robbers".
What was she talking about? Which robbers was she refering to? I wasn't attacked by robbers, I was attacked by six blood thirsty and vengefull members of the Vikens Confraternity! At least that was what I could remember. I turned an inquisitive eye (the only one I had then) at Otu. He gave me a secret smile and winked. I was a bit confused at first, but realization quickly dawned on me.
Oh my God! My mother thought I was attacked by robbers!
She did not know I was a cultist!

An0nimus: pretty Nostalgic when yo talked about riding tyres and stuff. Loved the story most then. after that we see a couple x-rated stuffs. the whole cult-ish and s.ex fantasy stories are now starting to wear out...we can do better. yeah and I loved this line "blind epileptic with chronic parkinsons disease" ..

Now you have got me in a dilema. The essence of this work is to exhibit how drugs, illicit sex and bad company can affect one's desire to achieve a bright future. How do I achieve this without coming across as boring? That's a handfull!

I can't remember exactly how it happened, but I had found myself lying face up on her bed. Mrs Anesuba was lying close to me on her side, propped up by her left bent elbow while her right hands were still wrecking havoc to my already jungled up senses. She had increased the intensity of her pumping of my peni*s, her wrapped palm intent on that practised motion.
Her eyes were tightly shut and from the expression on her face I could deduce that she was in a world of her own. I might as well have been physically absent, apart from my peni*s that is, which was evidently an integral tool in this strange after-hours tutoring. With a barely discernable shrug of her left shoulder, the tiny hand of her nightgown slipped off her shoulder, exposing a considerably large but firm brea*st. The nipple was very stiff and projected about two inches from her areola.
"Suck it!" I heard her whisper in a voice heavilly ladened with sexual desire. Like the A student I was I quickly opened my mouth, grabbed the nipp*le between my lips and sucked like my life depended on it. I sucked her nipple the the way a newly born infant would suckle on its mothers's brea*st, moving it steadily up and down inside my mouth in steady successions. I had absolutely no experience in this field. It was either I was giving myself less credit than I deserved or Mrs Anesuba was a sexually starved woman because her moans had begun to increase in frequency and decibel. Her left elbow had found its way under my head while her fingers were stroking my head feverntly as if trying to rearange my brain cells, all the while pumping harder with her other hand on my di*ck.
"Roll ur tongue around it!" She managed to say in that strange voice. I did as instructed and her pleasure must have increased as she pushed her upper body closer to my face while pushing my head towards her. She repeated various command to me till I got the general idea. Without waiting to be told again, I alternated sucking her super engorged nipp*le and flicking my tongue against it.
"Oh yeah, yeeeeeah, issssssh." She repeated again and again while pressing my face so hard to her brea*st that I had to turn away a few times to avoid being suffocated. By this time I had come to the realization of what was transpiring and had givin in to enjoy this strange event completely. The feel of her soft huge breast pressing so hard against my face, the hard "Chocomilo" like nipp*le in my mouth and her warm soft hand running up and down my dic*k like was giving me a strange but pleasurable feeling I had not been privvy to before. It had started in my head, built up pressure and moved down my spine and was now concentrated in my groin area. It was like hot, pressurised lava looking for a crack in the Earth's crust to explode into a volcanoe.
Just when I felt I was going to explode, she quickly removed her hands from my di*ck and placed it in between her thighs. She continuied to piston like movement on herself with her legs spread wide apart. From my position I could not see what she was touching but it must have been giving her graet pleasure as her squirming and moans increased rapidly till she let out a muffled scream.
"yeeeeeeeeees!" I felt her spasm repeatedly as she sqeezed me tighther to herself, squashing my face with both her brea*sts while wraping her legs around me. The hot lava in my groin area found a crack in my body and burst foward, shaking my whole body with the greatest pleasure I had ever experienced.
She laid beside me for some moments, drawing in deep breaths which seemd to calm her down before heading to the bathroom. I heard water rushing before she came out with a towel and cleaned me up.
"Get up Darling and get dressed." Mrs Anesuba said as she walked to a wardrope to get a new change of cloths. I was still lying on the bed like a log and quickly got up to do as she instructed. She had dropped me off at the same junction, not after giving me money for a motorcycle ride home and a bag which I later found out was full of new cloths.
We continued our excapade at least twice weekly with some variations till she finally suceeded in working her posting out of the school few months later. I have never met her again since then, and I know now that I was just a tool she used in satisfying her sexual urges whenever they got uncontrollable, but I dont regret or blame her for those experiences she opened my eyes to. My consequent love for a hand job, which gradually grew into love for a bl*ow job can be attributed to those illicit affairs I had with Mrs Anesuba if viewed from a psycholological perspective.
I had been building up on those experinces, in the process fulfiling many that most guys only dreamt of. Today was no exception as I was gonna get blown by a pretty nurse while on a hospital bed! Still with my eyes closed, I felt the nurse's palm move upwards once more on my di*ck, her fingers gently spread the tiny opening at the top.
Damn! This girl sure knows her stuff and any moment now I would feel her wet, soft and hot tongue doing wonders to my senses, I thought.
Then I felt it! It was hot, really hot, infact it was hurting me! I opened my eyes in an instant and was amazed with what I saw. In her right hand, the nurse had a contraption similar to those that were attached and supplying both liquid and medication to both my legs and left hand.
"What tha hell is wrong with this girl? Though three of my limbs were already attached to drips I was sure there were a thousand other places on my body she could attach this one, but not on my di*ck for Bleep sake!
Help! Where the hell is the doctor! Mother! Someone save me from this psycho nurse!" I screamed in my head since I could not utter a single word to save my life......or my di*ck in this instance.
The nurse must have seen the alarmed look on my face when she looked towards me becaused she smiled that mischievious smile of hers and explained.
"Dont look so scared, you haven't urinated for the past two days. This will help you. We dont want you moving around in your present state." She pushed the tube futher down my shaft gently though it felt like she had laced the tube with Malaysian pepper! I felt it hit my bladder and immediately I saw a familiar yelowish liquid flowing through the tube and collecting in a clear plastic bag at the other end.
Damn! That wasn't the colour of liquid I had in mind to expell.

Emperortj93: Guy i'm stil following ur every movement pls keep dem coming... Bt d part i'm skeptical abt is d way u discribe her bathroom wic realy do not go wel wit d year of ur "recall" cus i'm nt sure nigeria can't boost of modern bathroom back in d days...(coret me if i'm wrong)

Thanks bro.
If you are staying permanently in Nigeria then you should be aware that having a bathroom with running water with a heater installed is a luxury most people can not afford even today, not to talk of the 90s. I am using some of my personal experinces for the main character in this work and I can assure you I did not enjoy the afore metioned 'luxury' till I was about 18years of age.

I had often wondered why most pleasurable feelings are best enjoyed with the eyes closed. Whether its a deep lingering kiss, or during heart stopping peaks of sexual orgasm, to taking a relieving piss after holding it for along time. Such pleasures are amplified when one's eyes are fully shut.
I had closed my eyes in expectation of a warm, wet and welcoming mouth to cover my now fully engorged di*ck. The feeling of great pleasure it brought was very familiar to me. Infact, I had come to demand it from most girls before we engaged in the sex act proper. I loved me a good bejaay anytime, anyday. This nurse must be a mind reader.
It had all started with my first memorable sexual experience. I was in the third year of my Junior Secondary School. I was probably thirteen years old then. I had met Mrs Anesuba a year ago, she was my class teacher in JSS 2. For many reasons, she had grown very fond of me. I helped her with dictating notes to the class, sharing graded test and homework scripts and any other thing i could assist her with. She would reward me with money for lunch break, bringing me food and other gifts from home. I even had the singular honour of sitting and eating from the same table and plate with her, to the envy of my peers. To top it all, she gave me a daily ride home after school hours in her 'porsche' Peugeot 504. She would drop me off at a junction, where I would trek the remaining short distance home. Though I had moved a class higher and she was no longer my class teacher, she still extended those perks to me. On that faithfull day, I had waited for her at the car park after saying my goodbyes to my friends. I was under a shade provided by a huge Mango tree that was adjacent to the car park, the sun was unusually hot that day and I was thankfull that unlike my friends I would be spared its torment during their long walk home. I saw Mrs Anesuba approaching and I walked qiuckly over to her.
"Darling, how are you?". She said in response to my greetings. She had long ago done away with the last three letters of my name.
I took the bags she was carrying from her and we walked the short distance to her car together. I took my regular position in the passeger's seat and we drove out the school premises. It was about a twenty minuite drive to the spot where she normally dropped me off.
"You ll come with me to my house first, then I ll drop you off afterwards, okay?" I heard her say with her eyes still fixed on the light traffic on the road. She had been unusually quiet since we got into the car.
"Yes Ma." I had replied without a thought as to the reason. She had never invited me to her house before. Her husband was a senior army officer who had been posted to nothern state two years ago. He often came to visit and stay for sometime with her but had to return back to his base. As far as I knew, she was trying to work her posting to join her husband at his request. She did not have a child yet that meant she stayed alone most of the time.
We got to the house and I sat at the parlour while she went into an inner room which I guessed was her bedroom. I must have been lost in the cartoon I was watching when I herad my name.
"Darlington!" It was Mrs Anesuba calling.
"Yes Ma!" I bolted erect. I still had utmost respect and fear for her despite her closeness to me.
"Come here please". She was still in the bedroom so I walked briskly in the direction of her voice. I saw a half open door and timidly knocked before pushing it open. She was sitting on a very large bed with a dresser by the side. She must have just finished having her bath because she had changed from what she was wearing earlier. Instead of the french ladies suit she had worn to school, she was wearing a maroon coloured nightgown that stopped just above her knee, and she was applying body cream liberally on her arms.
"Go to the bathroom and take your bath". She said. And like a soldier, I walked towards the door she had indicated. The bathroom was very clean and smelled very nice. I had tiled walls and floor, and a bathtub with a shower directly above. I took off my school uniform and hung them on the towel rack I found on the wall. I stepped into the bathtub and proceeded to turn on the shower. Unlike the one we had back at home, this shower had two shiny handles instead of one, it also had a red and blue dot on each of the handle. I tried the handle with the red dot, water came pouring down and i stepped underneath. I was starting to ponder why Mrs Anesuba had asked me to have my bath when I noticed that the water from the shower had turned from warm to scalding hot. I jumped out with a little scream and almost lost my footing.Mrs Anesuba must have herad my shout cos she walked into the bathroom and inqiured what was wrong. I timidly told her, and while she explained and set the water to a bearable temparature, I was more concerned with the fact that I was standing stark naked infront of my teacher. She seemed oblivious of this situation as she calmly walked out after fixing the shower for me.
After showering, I had towelled myself dry before reaching fo my uniform. I could not find them. I ran my eyes over the whole place but still no uniform. I was sure I took them off here and hung them right there. After about two minuites of futile search, I decided to go into the bedroom and ask Mrs anesuba about the uniform. She had been the only person who came into the bathroom after I took them off.I walked into the bedroom and saw Mrs anesuba still sitting at the same spot on the bed. I was a bout to ask her about the whereabouts of my uniform when I saw them lying on the foot of the bed.
"Come here, let me apply cream on your body". I walked over to her as he brought out the cream she had been using earlier. She beckoned me to strecth out my hand and I did. She applied it gently and slowly over my right hand. She did the same to my other hand and my upper body.
"Give me your leg". She said while reaching for more cream from the container. I strecthed out my left leg to her, she grabbed it with her left hand and applied the cream with the other hand. By this time I was feeling very akward, standing infront of her naked while her hands ran over my body. My mother and later my elder sisters used to do this for me, but that was a long time ago. Only kids were subjected to this kind of treatment and I was far from being one. I had even noticed the begining of growth of pubic hair on my di*ck and armpit. This woman must still be underestimating my age.
Her hands moved up my leg and approched my di.ck, just when I thought she was gonna grab it she dropped my leg and indicated for me to give her the right one. She apllied the cream on my feet, moved up to my knee and then my thigh. She palmed my penn*is and scotal sack all at once and started rubbing the cream into them. Her hands were so soft and the body cream on them made her fingers work magic. I started getting that strange feeling I get anytime I read any erotic part of my sister's numerous Mills and Boons novels and before I knew it, my dic*k which had earlier shrunk out of shyness started increasing in size. She continued the movement of her palm over my dic*k with increased vigour even after dropping my leg. I had chosen a spot on the wall behind her head to focus on to excape this perplexing situation but I involuntarily returned my gaze to her face when I heard a loud gasp excape her lips. Our eyes met.
"Ahhh! Dar-ling-ton!" She said in a voice I could scarcely recognize.
I had never heard my name sound so sweet.

ebamma: eyen nyin, mbok di complete story fo emi, ke mbet fi oh

Eyen Eka mmi, a few more minuites Mbok

Emperortj93: **subscribed** ** grab front seat wit great speed** btw very 9ice story u gat here and i'm on d verge of enterin d university afta 2 years of stayin at home, so i need al dis lecture and more abt d disadvantage of cultism, smokin, drinkin and loothin.

Thanks Man. I hope this helps you when you get there.
Cant help you about the lootin part tho.

Wow! when I see works like this, I get scared. Ishilove, am a lover of your work. You are so good!
*I wish to be like you when I grow up*