quite nice

just like u huh!

na cement bag i need

sorry no vex naaa

i forget say ur life span was increased to 26yrs. . . . .u just some months left dawg!

word up?

chai. . . . .i cant believe this is happening

this is like teaching a grand mother about life. . . .

she's seen it all. . . . . . .just like naijastyle here. . . .

she don dey tey for this department

abeg find ur butt oooo


i no go fit help person pack shit!

i come sabi am pass u. . . .make u my boy boy

make we donate money for pop corn?

ituen kool down oooo

i be people role model oooo

im dey try remember where im great grand parents from by speaking the language. . . .

dat aint chinese. . . . . .that language is from the deepest part of cambodia. . .pity am

try me and see

for where naa

fish dey sink for ur village?

instead of dat. . . . .make it 1/2wrap weed abeg

hehehehe

thanks peeps!

too much luxury

Charlie was fixing a door and found that he needed a new hinge, so he sent
his wife Mary to Home Depot.

At Home Depot, Mary saw a beautiful teapot on a top shelf while she was
waiting for Walt, the manager, to finish waiting on a customer.

When Walt was finished, Mary asked "How much for the teapot?

Walt replied, "That's silver and it costs $300."

"My goodness that sure is a lot of money!" Mary exclaimed.

Then she proceeded to describe the hinge that Charlie had sent her to buy.

Walt went to the back room to find it.

From the back room Walt yelled, "Mary, you wanna screw for that hinge?"

Mary replied, "No, but I will for the teapot."

This is why you can't send a woman to Home Depot.

where the Zap is dat?

if know say the only work wey u dey do na to copy na to copy notes in school. . . .

since na workchop principle be this lyf. . . . . u don chop enuff paper and ink tire

i wonder if u dey shit again sef!

i send am make im go oshodi garage go collect money wey those agbero boys make y'day

he'll soon be here. . . . if won't join them with dia paraga and shepe competitio dat holds every morning. . . .

abi oooo

abeg make una donate garri and kulikuli for am oooo

An Italian man was in a bad car accident and after months of recovery he still had a problem. He had to have his p3nis amputated. He went to see the doctor and was reassured that he could help.

"First of all you have to pick a new p3nis," said the doctor. The physician picked up a box from his table and said, "This is our 6 inch standard model. It is dependable and will cost you only $6000. It comes with a lifetime guarantee."

The man said, "Okay, that's about right, but what's in the other box?"

"This is our 9 inch super model. 9 inches of muscle to please any women. But this will cost you $9,000!"

The man said, "Oh yea, that's the one I want. My wife will love me forever. But does it also come with a lifetime guarantee?"

"Yes."

"What's in the third box?" The doctor picked up yet another box from his desk. "This is our super deluxe model. It's 12 inches of all beef and will drive all the ladies wild. But if you want this much power you'll have to pay $12,000!"

The man is really on a roll and is tickled pink. "Doc, that's it, that's the one for me. I'll be the envy of everyone I know. But does it have a lifetime guarantee?"

"YES SIR!"
The man had just one more question, "Does it come in white?"

wherez the joke?

_{lights a blunt and blows the smoke in xammy's face}

get a life bro!

got it. . . . .dem wan kill the african pikins dem. . . . .

dem think say na our brains strong pass. . . . e go better broda. . . .

Jerry Falwell was seated next to President

Clinton on a recent flight. Once
the plane was airborne, the flight attendant

came around for drink orders.
The President asked for a whiskey and soda.

The flight attendant then asked
the minister if he too would like a
drink. Mr. Falwell replied in disgust,

"Ma'am, I'd rather be savagely raped
by a brazen LovePeddler, than let liquor touch

these lips." The President then
handed his drink back to the flight attendant

and said, "My apologies, I
didn't realize there was a choice, I'll have

the same thing he's having!

na rude correctional facility de guy been deliver. . . as per se . . .she be blonde naa

gunny. . . i tot u were gonna give him some gun salute

longtyme no see u online. . . .watz been happening to u?

hope u kool though!

TOP 10 WAYS THAT HANDGUNS ARE BETTER THAN A WOMAN

#10 - You can trade an old .44 for two new .22s,

#9 - You can keep one handgun at home and have another for when you're on the road,

#8 - If you admire a friend's handgun, and tell him so, he will probably let you try it out a few times,

#7 - Your primary handgun doesn't mind if you have a backup,

#6 - Your handgun will stay with you even if you're out of ammo,

#5 - A handgun doesn't take up a lot of closet space,

#4 - Handguns function normally every day of the month,

#3 - A handgun doesn't ask "Do these new grips make me look fat?"

#2 - A handgun doesn't mind if you go to sleep after you use it,

#1 - You can buy a silencer for a handgun!

The big-game hunter walked into the bar and bragged to everyone about his skills as a hunter. The man was undoubtedly a good shot and no one could dispute that. But then he said that he could recognize any animal's skin by feeling it, and he could tell what caliber rifle was used to shoot it by locating the bullet hole. This was a bit too much for the other customers and soon a heated argument started. The hunter said that he was willing to prove it if they would put up the drinks, and the bet was on. They blindfolded him and took him to his first animal skin. After feeling it for a few moments, he announced, "Springbok." Then he felt for the bullet hole and declared, "And it was shot with a .22 rifle."

He was right!

The others could not believe it and the argument was even hotter than before. When someone suggested that he must have peeped, he said that he was prepared to do it again for another round. So they blindfolded him again, very thoroughly this time, and they brought a skin that someone happened to have in the trunk of his car. He took a bit longer this time and then said, "Kalahari Lion." Fingering the bullet hole he added, "The rifle was a .308."

He was right again!

This only made the crowd more curious, and he had to prove his skills over and over again, every time winning a round of drinks. Finally he staggered home, bombed out of his mind, and went to sleep. The next morning he got up and saw in the mirror that he had one hell of a shiner. So he said to his wife, "Listen, I know I was drunk last night, but not too drunk to know that I didn't get into a fight. So where did I get this black eye?"

His wife replied angrily, "From me!" "What did I do?" he asked.

She replied, "You got into bed and put your hand inside my panties. Then you fiddled around a bit and announced, "Skunk, killed with an ax!

no mind am. . . . na over-joy dey do am

pardon am on my behalf. . . . .biko