Fabulocity:
I actually found the article quite humorous. They didn't just understand the write up, it was too complicated for their poor brains to comprehend.
Good use of satire and sarcasm. Ignore them, they have small minds.

Thankss..... I like you already.....smiles

TrapQueen77:




Not everyone can relate...

Thanks dearie

I wrote an article and I received the finishing of my life. I was just bored and decided to get people laughing with a cool article. But the comments I received got me laughing and rolling on the floor.

I wrote it based on a movie... seriously.....

I don't know maybe people were angry because They rushed to that topic but we're disappointed or the tutorial is to hard for them to practice.

Lmaook...

Check it out and check the comments of nairalanders.....

How To Get A Friend To Have Sex With You
https://www.nairaland.com/3573346/how-get-friend-sex

Millz404:
Who is supplying your weed..... Think the person is mixing too much cow shiit in that.... You need to change ur dealer..... Dumb af

The same person supplying you is supplying me!!!

Moblord:
will it work on u?

U know who to ask

lolz

kullozone:
The god that you serve will reward you accordingly for deceiving and wasting my time.
Bye bye!

U think it's a topic u can use

okomummy:


Obviously, this nonsense must be copied from somewhere.

You better use your precious time wisely

Sorry dearie......

All these niggas just attacking me...... lmao
..

They see a nice title and jump at it..... I now know guys who wanna Bleep their friends...

Haha haha

slimthugchimee2:
this is really funny

ethene:

not even funny!!!

Quoting the topic again?......

BreadandBeans:
There are over 3M+ topics on nairaland, and more than 90% of those topics are useless, and it's a pity this particular one is one of them

Millions of useless and stupid comments on nairaland. U spent a whole paragraph to make another useless comment.....

......... is not a crime, so u are free to go

At Ur age and marital status...... see Ur username!!!!

EniHolar:
Wedding cloths indeed... Not wedding gown

Lolz.... even you

Nma27:
Movie addict

*wink*

Alondra:
This is insane

Stupidly insane I can assure you!!!!

truthsayer007:
lola024 , you dis gey, when will you give your life to Christ ehn

When you stop jumping at topics about sex

dingbang:
I am still trying to figure out a sense in this nonsense

Just as am trying to figure out either you are a.......... or just another............

Read carefully and follow the instruction dearly.... then thank me later.

So, you're in love with one of your friends, but she has a boyfriend and probably wouldn't have sex with you anyway.

What you will need: 1 x knife, 1 x ring, access to a sunbed, the ability to grow a beard.

Step One: Place the ring on your wedding finger and avoid contact with your friend for a month.

Step Two: Stop shaving and use the sunbed to gain a tan.

Step Three: After a month when your beard is full and your tan is noticeable, remove the ring from your finger.

Step Four: Remove all your clothes and break into your friend's house.

Step Five: Use the knife to cut your body in various places. Avoid the face. If possible, focus on your back. The more blood the better.

Step Six: Enter your friend's bedroom and lie face down on the floor. Wait for her return.

Step Seven: When she enters the room pretend to be unconscious. Allow her to turn you over and try to wake you for a few seconds before you open your eyes. The injuries to your body will serve as a distraction to your unclothedness. She will be more concerned about your wellbeing instead of fearing the naked man in her room.

Step Eight: When she asks you what's happened you should ignore her questions. Instead you must act confused and ask the date. If it's September 15th she will say 'September 15th' to which you must reply 'No, what year is it?'

Step Nine: Upon hearing the year say the words 'It worked.' Pretend to lose consciousness again for a few seconds, implying that whatever it is that has worked took a great effort.

Step Ten: If your friend is a curious person she will probably ask 'What worked?', even if she doesn't ask this question it is important that you now say the words '(Insert Friend's Name), I'm from the future' in your most deadpan voice.

Step Eleven: Pause for ten seconds to allow the incrediblness of the situation to sink in. There will be no reason for her to doubt your claim, because your beard will make you appear many years older and your cuts would add weight to the idea that you've come from a post-apocalyptic future where a war is currently taking place.

Step Twelve: Raise your left hand to your face. All women are very observant, so your friend will immediately notice the tanline on your wedding finger. If she is educated to a decent standard she will realise that you are married and your ring has simply disappeared, because clothing and other items cannot travel through time. Your nudity will support this.

Step Thirteen: Now comes the hard part - The monologue. In your own words you must give a speech in which you mention all of these key points:

a) You are married to each other in the future

b) Her current boyfriend is dead

c) The world is coming to an end. It's up to you to pick a reason, but I would recommend a war against machines. This whole situation will be backed up by the Terminator franchise

d) In the future your relationship is not going well

e) You've come back in time because you can't help but feel that she would have been happier with her current boyfriend if he hadn't been killed

f) Her current boyfriend is going to be hit by a bus on a day six months from her present. She should stop him going to work that day

g) If she does exactly what you say this current version of yourself will be erased and you will never get married. If she questions this flaw in your time travel logic, because you cannot change the past, simply reference Back to the Future

Step Fourteen: Unless your friend is made of stone she will now be overcome by emotion, especially at your selflessness. Get to your feet and go to kiss her goodbye. It is important that you do this with the confidence of a man who has done this to her many times.

Step Fifteen: There is now no possible way that you aren't about to have sex with her. You're naked, kissing her, in her bedroom, agreeing to erase a version of yourself from history to make her happy. And as far as she knows you've had sex many times in a future that will no longer happen, so she thinks to herself that maybe she should have one memory of it.

Step Sixteen: After having the sex, ask to borrow some clothes then leave.

Step Seventeen: Shave off your beard and coat your wedding finger in fake tan. Carry on as if nothing has happened. There will be three possible outcomes:

1) During the sex some feelings that she didn't know existed are awakened and she will leave her boyfriend for you.

2) Life will carry on as normal.

3) You will be filled with guilt because of this moral grey area where you aren't entirely sure if what you've done counts as some kind of low level rape. You will take your own life by hanging, overdose or wrist cutting.

TrapQueen77:



Hahahhaah... lola that's a virgin guy ooo

Give it to me, I will make him my throw pillow

ohh.... great pay back... thanks dearie

Here is the game.... would you use the person above you as Pillow?

Lets have fun!!!!!!!!!

This is part 1 of the One Night In Hell series.

Alessia mouthed the words across the bar with abundant exaggeration while holding 2 fingers in the air.

“Two Vodka and Cokes please!”

It was impossible to be heard as the music was deafening. Saturday nights in Hell were always the same. Conversations were impossible, lip reading was an advantage but unfortunately a skill most were lacking in. However, lip locking (especially with a hot young fella) was always a surefire way to skip the smalltalk.

Hell was the hippest nightclub in London by far. The crowd was chic and elegant, the dress code was hot and the men were of a certain distinction. No rowdy drunks or chavs allowed. Membership was the only way to get into this place and it wasn’t cheap, hence the desirable clientele.

Alessia made her way through the heaving crowd back to the small table Silvia had laid claim to.

The drinks spilled over her fingers as she moved, leaving her hands wet and sticky. She cursed under her breath, at £10 a drink this was precious liquid and until they found someone to buy the next round, this one would have to last a while.

The two girls scanned the crowd for any potential “thigh clenchers”. Thigh clenchers were of course any man that gave them that butterfly sensation in the groin that caused them to squeeze their thighs together.

They had their own dictionary when it came to men and more acronyms than a plate of alphabetti spaghetti.

“S.O.L., green shirt at 3 o’clock checking you out,” Silvia screeched into Alessia’s ear.

Sex On Legs in the green shirt was indeed checking her out. Alessia smiled her sexiest smile and batted her £30 Artemese fur lashes.

She threw back her head and laughed while flicking her long dark hair seductively over her shoulder. The trick was never actually letting him know it was for his benefit.

These girls knew exactly what they were doing. They had been doing the rounds in Hell for well over a year now. Both were on the lookout for a life partner because at 30 years old they weren’t getting any younger.

So far Hell had resulted in 11 flings, 9 one-night stands, one STD, one pregnancy scare and one rather brief engagement with a Red Bull ring pull. This of course was between the two, although Alessia had knocked up most of the one-night stands.

Alessia was the smouldering, dark eyed, curvy brunette. Her olive skin made it look like she had a permanent tan thanks to her Italian heritage, the one thing that Silvia had always been jealous of. Fake tan on her pasty white skin just wasn’t the same.

Silvia was the blonde bombshell, the English rose with her pale skin and dusty pink lips. Her eyes the colour of bluebells on a Spring morning often caused people to stare. Her long golden hair was teased and backcombed into a golden cloud-like halo around her head.

The angelic look was her bait; it’s what lured the men to her, but angel she definitely wasn’t.

Alessia continued her mating dance; the laughing, the flicking of the hair, the licking of lips and accidentally (not) brushing a hand across her breast. All this was done while totally ignoring S.O.L., who was now mouth agape and completely mesmerised.

Silvia gave her friend a quick double wink. This in the girl’s own unique language meant S.O.L. was on his way over. Their first rule of interaction was to get both of them a fresh drink. This ensured that, even if they decided they didn’t like them, they still got a free refill. Hell could get very pricey if you didn’t find someone to provide drinks for you.

On cue both girls knocked back their Vodka & Coke, meaning they were both holding empty glasses by the time S.O.L. made it to their table. He had also brought a wingman along; who was quite the hottie himself.

Bingo!! One each, perfect!!

“Hello ladies,” was all Alessia could lip read, whatever else he said was lost in the music. She responded by giving a shy little wave and holding up her empty glass. Implying that she’d heard him offer a drink, even though she hadn’t.

He took the glass and leaned right into her hair. When he’d managed to find her ear with his lips beneath her mass of lacquered hair he shouted “what would you like beautiful lady?”

She turned her head towards him and shouted back into his ear, “We’ll have Vodka & Coke please.”

Her lips brushed purposely against his ear and she acknowledged the jolt that she had just sent running through him. She was so good at doing that.

“What’s your name?” she asked, while taking advantage of his ear placed directly in front of her lips.

He moved back into to her hair and shouted “Jason, and you?”

“Alessia, and this is Silvia,” she said waving a finger in the direction of her blonde partner in crime, who was already deeply engrossed in the ear of Jason’s wingman.

She watched Jason push his way back through the crowd towards the bar. He was handsome all right; broad shoulders, blonde floppy hair, although maybe a little too long for her liking.

He was tall, his eyes were brown and kind and his smile was dazzling. She already liked him and they were only on the first drink.

Silvia seemed to be enjoying wingman’s company. Alessia nodded toward her empty glass and winked to let her friend know that she had sealed the deal on the drinks.

The problem with Hell was the music was impossibly loud making any attempt of a conversation a screaming match. If you got too close to someone’s ear you could easily deafen them but for the most it was a constant “I can’t hear you” lip sync battle back and forth.

After a few lame attempts to have a conversation Alessia finished her third free drink and pulled Jason towards the heaving dance floor. Deciding she couldn’t impress him with words she thought her moves would be a better option. He could hardly hear her, but he could sure as hell see her.

Alessia was confident on the dance floor, she moved like a temptress, every swing of her hips calculated. She never failed to catch all the attention when she danced. Dancing made her Hot, and a beautiful Hot dancing woman was something that every man noticed.

Her white Herve Leger bandage dress clung perfectly to each and every one of her ample curves. Alessia had always been a little on the larger side and she loved every inch of her curvaceous packaging.

Her hands roamed over her body as she rotated her hips and swayed to the rhythm of Beyoncé booming from the speakers. She lifted her hands up into her hair, giving her neck a quick blast of cool air and then allowed it to cascade back around her shoulders. Alessia lost herself in the music and began to feel her sex respond.

Sex On Legs stood staring, mouth open, she knew she had him, hook line and sinker. She liked him, she really liked him; maybe this could go somewhere. She flashed her tongue over her top lip provocatively while holding his gaze.

Jason tugged on her hand pulling her towards a far corner of the club and away from the dance floor. The beat of Calvin Harris was literally pulsating through her body. It seemed like her own heartbeat was in time with the music. She felt the spark between their skin; hand in hand as they made their way towards the dark corner.

He stopped, pulled her toward him and spun her around until her back was against the wall. The weight of his body crushing against her as his mouth pressed down on hers with urgency.

He was a great kisser, a kiss could make or break the situation and Alessia had high standards when it came to the snog. Jason was indeed ranking up there with the best right now.

He sucked her bottom lip into his mouth and fondled it gently with his tongue. Releasing her lip from his vortex he teased her mouth, probing hungrily then retreating to tenderly licking it. She could feel her lips become swollen from his teasing and biting as well as her own arousal.

Oh the power of a kiss. His lips tasted and teased hers in every which way. His kiss had sparked a fire deep in her core and she was hungry for more of him but not here in Hell. She had never gone that far in a public place.

“How about we leave here and go to mine?” Alessia shouted into his ear, flicking her tongue out and teasing his flesh purposely.

He flinched and she knew he’d felt that little touch right between his thighs. She could feel his excitement pushing against her belly and his breath hot and heavy against her cheek.

“I want you now Alessia, right now or I’ll explode,” he groaned into her ear.

His breath on her skin was making her feel like her panties might spontaneously combust. This guy was making her hotter than any other man before him. Maybe it was the thrill of being seen and being in such a public place.

She wouldn’t normally suggest taking a man back to her place until knowing a little more about him, but this guy was really stoking her fire, her rational head was no longer in play.

The beat of the music pounded in her chest, making her heart feel like it could burst through her ribcage at any moment. His lips were eagerly nibbling on her neck and ear, while his hands were desperately trying to find a way past the expensive bandages keeping his hands from her flesh.

People were moving around them and they were in plain sight. Alessia was so Hot she was in permanent thigh clench mode. She had never wanted to rip someone’s clothes off and get down and dirty right there in public. Tonight she wanted to, but that didn’t mean she would.

The Vodka, along with the music, flowed through Alessia’s veins making her a little heady. His hot ragged breath against her skin was making her feel weak at the knees.

His hand edged its way up her thigh to graze against her now moist panties, leaving a current of electricity in its wake.

The thought of someone seeing what he was doing was sending her excitement to new levels. However, in the back of her mind alarm bells were telling her not to make a public display of herself.

More and more people were armed with smartphones and she did not want to find herself a viral sex siren on YouTube anytime soon. Let Kim Kardashian break the Internet, Alessia did not want that kind of coverage.

She wrapped her hands around his neck and pulled him close.

“Not here Jason, people will see and I’m not really an exhibitionist.”

Actually she was feeling like a total exhibitionist and it wasn’t unpleasant. She looked over his shoulder at the people she could see and wondered how many fellas had an erection right now watching them.

“Ever been in the VIP lounge?” he screeched through the loud music.

“VIP lounge, here, I had no idea there was one.”

“Come on.”

He pulled her through the crowd again only this time in a different direction. Around the back of the DJ booth was a big black door that said ‘NO ENTRY- Personnel Only’.

Jason lifted a small metal plaque on the door to expose a little red button.

As soon as he pushed the button the door slid open revealing a black velvet curtain. Alessia had to adjust her eyes, as at first glance you couldn’t really see anything, it was just black.

Jason pulled her in through the door and waited for it to slide shut behind them before opening the curtain that revealed a huge climbing staircase. A security guard stood at the foot of the stairs eyeing whatever card Jason was flashing at him and motioned us to pass and climb the stairs.

The pounding music from Hell now faded into the distance and, for the first time, Alessia could hear his voice clearly.

“This is Heaven, reserved for VIP members only. Luckily for the both of us I am a member and up here we’ll have a lot more privacy. Come on, I’ll show you.”

He pulled back the heavy velvet curtain at the top of the stairs to reveal another club, almost as big as the one below but much more elegant and chic.

Chandeliers hung from the ceiling and a huge circular bar sat right in the middle of the large white room. The furniture and drapes, as with everything else, were white. The complete opposite of what was downstairs. Cigar smoke mixed with Chanel perfume hung in the air and the music had a relaxed chill out vibe to it.

“This is Heaven.” Jason informed her while tugging her hand and leading her inside.

Alessia stood mouth agape, taking in every detail of the beautiful room before her. How had she never known about this place? How did they manage to keep it such a secret?

“Wow.” Alessia sighed.

Jason led the way to a small booth and gestured for Alessia to sit. He signaled to the waiter and moved in beside her on the soft white velvet upholstery. You could have seated maybe 8 people in the booth on the semi-circle velvet sofa.

The waiter promptly arrived with a bucket of Cristal Roederer and two expensive looking champagne flutes. When he had finished pouring he pulled a white curtain across the booth, leaving them in complete privacy.

“Wow,” Alessia sighed again.

She couldn’t absorb what had just happened. She could hardly believe her luck, in over a year of coming here every Saturday she never knew this place existed. It was so classy and elegant and private and reeked of fame and money. She loved it. Wait until Silvia got wind of this.

Her thoughts momentarily drifted to her girlfriend who was downstairs with Jason’s friend.

“I wish Silvia could have seen this, I feel a bit guilty having just disappeared, she’ll never find me up here.”

“Well, Steven is also a VIP member so, for all you know, she could well be here already.” he said while leaning in for a kiss.

That kiss once again brought her body to life, the thigh clenching resumed and an intense heat engulfed her lower body. She thought he could probably make her climax by just kissing her, he was that good.

Silvia was once again forgotten and the lust she had been feeling downstairs had once again laid claim on her body. She melted into him letting him explore her mouth with his tongue and her breasts with his hands.

Jason peeled the straps off Alessia’s shoulders, kissing her bare skin. She gasped as her breath caught in her throat. His lips were fire on her skin. She felt she might melt into one big puddle right there.

Across her breastbone his lips scorched her flesh sending the most delicious sensations to the pit of her stomach. She fisted her hands in his hair, pushing his face into her cleavage. She thought he might suffocate amidst her ample bosom but he seemed perfectly content to do so.

Restricted by the table so close to the sofa there wasn’t too much room to move intimately. Alessia couldn’t do anything but lean back and let him expose her breasts.

First he went for the right, gently peeling back the elasticated fabric to expose a big brown nipple to his lips. At the touch of his mouth the nipple shrank to a hard bullet standing proud and erect.

His teeth taunted and teased the little brown bud. The sensation felt as if he was teasing her sex, every bite and nibble caused an electric shock to ripple through her groin as if the nipple were directly connected there.

A groan escaped her open mouth as he covered it with his, exploring every part with his curious tongue before returning to the job at hand.

Slowly he unveiled her left breast, watching it spill over the white fabric in direct contrast to her olive skin. Again he sucked the nipple into his mouth and worked it with his practiced tongue. Alessia was on the brink of orgasm and he hadn’t even touched her there yet.

She could do no more than fist his hair. It was impossible for her to reach him anywhere else due to the restrictive furnishings. Of course this was a place for social drinking, it really wasn’t built for sex.

Jason ironically seemed to be in heaven, his head enveloped by her big breasts, his hands pulling and kneading as his mouth sucked on her. Every flick of his tongue on her swollen, sensitive, nipples was bringing her closer to the edge.

She could hear voices just behind the curtain, the only thing keeping their explicit sex act private from the other VIP members.

Knowing people were so close was heightening her pleasure and making her giddy. She imagined they were watching her through the curtain. She saw images of men masturbating while watching them in her minds eye and that was all it took.

Alessia tried to stifle her moans as she came undone. The gripping spasms of her orgasm racked her body from head to toe. Her hands so tight in Jason’s hair he couldn’t move. He continued to suck and bite on her left nipple as she rode the wave, clutching him to her with a force she didn’t know she possessed.

“Mmmmmm baby you make me so fucking hard,” he crooned from between her bosom. “You liked that didn’t you, you naughty girl.”

Alessia couldn’t speak for once in her life. The sensations that had just taken over her body were something she had never experienced.

“Welcome to Heaven baby,” he said lifting himself from her chest and finding her mouth with his once more.

Nomfanelo99:
lol looking forward to tasting some

hmmm

royalemperors:
I love it big but these ones are just disgusting.

are u sure?

I read Kate Fridkis’ recent essay about small boobs with a mix of fascination and envy. As someone who’s had double Ds since junior high, the small boob experience is totally foreign to me, although I’ve wished for smaller boobs on many occasions. Large breasts are idolized in pop culture, but the experience of actually walking around with two watermelons attached to your chest? Well, sometimes it’s awesome, and sometimes it’s decidedly not awesome. Here’s why…

And 10 Reasons Big Boobs Are Not So Awesome

1. Large breasts attract a ton of attention, whether you want it or not.

2. Finding a sports bra that’s comfortable, supportive, and doesn’t make you hunch you over like Quasimodo is an epic challenge. Honestly, running a marathon is a piece of cake compared to finding a bra to wear while you do it.

3. It’s hard to find regular bras that are sexy and youthful. Large cup sizes tend to look like nursing bras.

4. When you have big boobs, simple activities like running through a rainy parking lot or doing jumping jacks at the gym make you look like an extra from “The Man Show.” And jumping on a trampoline? Forget about it!

5. On a packed subway train, the part of your body most likely to graze a stranger is your breasts. Awkward.

6. Contrary to popular belief, big boobs aren’t usually very perky. I guess it’s because of this thing called gravity, but most people don’t seem to have heard of it.

7. You can pretty much never go without a bra. Well, I guess you can, but again, with that whole gravity thing working against you, it’s a risky proposition.

8. Cleavage isn’t always appropriate, but unless your wardrobe is comprised exclusively of turtlenecks, it’s difficult to avoid.

9. You know those stick-on bra cups? Totally useless. You might as well put a little hat on your areola.

10.Clothes that look effortless and elegant on small-breasted women look totally sexed-up on large-breasted women. Examples: strapless dresses, slinky evening gowns, button-up shirts (hello gaping buttons!), and anything sheer.

free to add yours..

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taiocol:
Even if I like a girl and my friend is aware of it even I die tomorrow, ten years after my friend won't even take her out on a date

but after 12 years

amnesty7:
11. Article too long and boring

lmaoooo.... lazy guy.... lolzzzzzz

RONAN:
Oh please.. We all know these hoes ain't loyal...

No matter what you write, if the guy just gives her his phone to play temple run, she would just open her legs like; Y

that's not true for all girls..... we ain't that useless or cheap

Best friends often swear by this that they will never let a guy come in between their friendship. No matter whom the guy is and how he makes them feel but nothing can break their friendship or lessen the affection they have for each other. But sometimes it becomes hard to keep promises, especially when your best friend’s boyfriend is super cute and adorable! Being your best friend’s partner you are ought to spend some time with him too and also at certain times you two can be together with no best friend around. And naturally if you spend a lot of time with someone you risk developing a soft corner for them and may ultimately fall in love with that person. If that is what is happening with you too then stop, at this very moment. No matter how hard it may seem but recall what you said to your best friend about keeping her before any guy and the trust you two share. How would she feel when she gets to know that you are after her boyfriend and are trying stealing him away from her? It will destroy her and even you won’t be able to stay at peace. So here are 10 reasons why you should NOT fall for the temptation and stay away from stealing your best friend’s boyfriend.

10. Leads to Awkwardness
Love triangles are always filled with complications and lots of awkwardness. What earlier used to be fun-loving times can now pop up all sorts of tensions and issues. And there is sure going to be a lot of awkwardness between everyone involved. If you are the reason behind your best friend’s breakup it will disturb two of yours friendship and if her former boyfriend is your current one then trust me, the situation can’t get worse than this.

9. Morally incorrect
Setting an eye on what’s not yours is a bad thing and when we are talking about boyfriends it is ethically a crime. Your best friend has meant the world to you and stealing her boyfriend is a pathetically selfish act and if you are a person with a good conscience, you will know it’s not correct and you should not do it under any circumstances.

8. Can cause Embarrassment
If you dream of snatching away your best friend’s man and fly away to a dreamland with him then you might need a reality check over her. You still got to live around the same people who will judge you and judge you bad for doing this. You might become the butt of jokes in your entire school or in your friend’s circles which will bring about embarrassment for both you and your new found love. People can say pretty mean things just to have a laugh. A loser, cheater or a backstabber, you never know what they will start calling you. So if not for your best friend, then for at least for your self-respect you should NOT do this and spare everyone from embarrassment.

7. Fills you with Guilt
When one is blinded by a new love they don’t ponder upon things around them but get lost in their own love bubble. At such a time it becomes hard for them to differentiate between right and wrong or think how things can turn in a longer run. But sooner or later there comes a moment of realization. And that will fill you with guilt and remorse. You will find yourself blameworthy for cheating over your best friend, acting selfish and stupid and ruining over some beautiful bonds.

6. There’s no going back
We all make mistakes, some minor some major. And when one fine day we realize about them we start walking on our guilt trip. At such times one is willing to do anything to get back to the past and undo certain actions. But what’s once done is done. There is no going back from there. You have to learn to live with the consequences of your deeds and when the deeds include stealing best friend’s boyfriend, the consequences are ought to be harsh.

5. You can’t have a happy relationship either
What can you say about the quality and the longevity of a relationship that started with sneaking behind your best friend with her boyfriend? And here we are talking about a guy who dumps his girlfriend to be with her best friend. What kind of person does that make him? Not a loyal one I am sure. And a relationship involving an un-loyal man can never prosper. What he did to her tomorrow he might be doing the same thing to you by moving on to another woman. Moreover even you can’t be able to enjoy your romance knowing what you did to your best friend. So instead of having such a relationship, you better not have one and let your friend enjoy hers peacefully.

4. Will destroy the friendship
True friendships are hard to find and once you have that they are worth cherishing for a lifetime. But you also got to protect that friendship from time to time as even the strongest of bonds can get bruised. Getting close to your best friend’s boyfriend is bound to affect the friendship between you two and not just affect but it can destroy it completely making it impossible to rekindle. So you have to think about that precious bond you share with her and how important it is for both of you to have that. Can you let anything hamper that intimacy and closeness that you have adored for all this time?

3. Will break the Trust
Human bonds and especially friendships are built on the foundation of trust. Within best friends this trust is the strongest and almost unshakable. However certain unfavorable conditions can cause serious damage to it which is often un-repairable. And if the situation involves taking each other’s boyfriends trust is the thing that gets the worst hit. Your best friend will never be able to trust you again no matter how sorry you feel afterwards and what you do to make up for it. Once gone, the same kind of trust can never be developed again.

2. It will break her
A confidant, a companion, well-wisher and what not. She has been and meant so much to you and so do you mean to her. Seeing her getting hurt and devastated is one of your worst nightmares. And the thing that you are going to do to her can break her completely. What happened to “Mess with her I break you” attitude of yours anyway? Now you can’t be messing with her heart and feelings for your own good. Think about her.

1. You will lose your best friend
People who have a best friend in their life who can stand up for them whenever they can’t are truly lucky. Or one can say a life without a best friend is a life wasted. And when you have got one you shall acknowledge her importance and shall do every possible thing to never let her go. But falling for her boyfriend and then trying to steal him from her will surely make you lose your best friend. And no guy can be worth that.


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