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mrpeter010:
i Said So When Some Of My Guys got Their Bebs pregnant. The Devil Is A Wicket Somebody.

Then that shows you and niggas are birds of a feather... It doesn't need to be necessarily applicable to me...

mrpeter010:
don't Worry, when You Get Into A Critical Situation Someone Will Tell you Same Thing.

And why will I even be in such situation in the first place??

toluwalopsy:
Is it a bad thing for one to be married ni. Or you think I'm still in the market

Lol... Ehn na see as you just make sense anyhow sef.. So I thought you'd be sef...

eyeview:
It's better than what Nigeria got on May 29,2015

toluwalopsy:
Same for me. I had no makeup on my wedding day. Beauty is not by makeup.

So you don marry sef??

Nova01:
bro no mind them.. let every man live his life has he deems fit as for me i go chop m to the fullest

Na so Bros... You sabi very well!

balaclava:
Armed robber spotted. Your analysis was on point. From how you described it, you actively participated.

Now this is more funnier...

meobizy:
How is it that armed robbers are able to make a quick example of ruthless dogs?
In my area my neighbours had a huge dog which terrorized the neighbourhood. It's bark always scared children and adults alike. No one dared to enter their house uninvited and strangers always made sure one of the family members escorted them inside the compound.

One fateful night armed robbers raided our street. The dog kept barking as a warning to the would be intruders. The robbers, numbering over 40 of them, stormed into the house at the same time via climbing the fence. Come see confusion na, the dog didn't know who to attack and kept barking only to see the strangers inch closer with every intimidating bark.

Na so the dog pick race go hide under motor. The already enraged robbers pulled the dog out and designed its body with machete strikes. The next day the injured animal was a shell of its former self. It didn't make it to the end of the week.

R.I.P. Bingo. You were a terror but didn't know levels pass levels.

Zoha.rariel:
I am going to help you even though I am not a gambler. Around 2013, I was at Cele Bus Stop on Akowonjo Road in Egbeda drinking beer & eating pepper soup with a friend.

There was a Baba Ijebu kiosk just by the beer parlour. It was on a Saturday evening and I noticed people in their tens trooping towards the Baba Ijebu kiosk.

And then suddenly, I saw a policeman alighted from a Sienna van with his wife and walked towards that Baba Ijebu kiosk.

Then Iblis (Satan) entered into my friend and he told me we should go to the Baba Ijebu kiosk to observe what was going on.

I plugged the bottle of my Heineken beer into my mouth & downed the content in a gulp. We got up and matched in the direction of the Baba Ijebu kiosk like soldiers going for illegal oil bunkering in Port Harcourt.

I noticed people were yelling at the Baba Ijebu agent to input & play some numbers for them.

An Igbo guy pulled over by the kiosk & alighted from his Infinity FX something (I can no longer remember the model). He stretched forth his hand to pass a slip of paper on which some numbers were written to the Agent.

Guess what? Right in front of my eyes, the Igbo guy staked 50,000Naira on just 3 numbers.

As the agent was punching the numbers into his red machine, I positioned my neck like a Peruvian giraffe just to catch a glimpse of those numbers - and I saw "single 5, 12, 48". I quickly brought out my Blackberry phone and typed the numbers in my notepad so that I do not forget them.

I equally copied more numbers from other "professional gamblers" who were at the kiosk to play the lotto.

Eventually, I staked about 4,500Naira on 11 different numbers altogether. My friend did the same. We were handed a ticket confirming the transaction & we went back to the beer parlour & ordered more drinks while awaiting the results.

An hour later, a guy who was at the kiosk when I played came shouting "Bros, you don win, result don commot". I left my beer & jumped to the kiosk like a cheetah chasing an impala.

I quickly gave my ticket to the agent, he looked at the numbers told me I had won 37,000Naira including my friend. We started jubilating& gyrating. We collected our winnings & ordered 2 cartons of guilder for our well wishers & the people who congratulated us on account of our glorious success.

And that was how my 3-month internship with Baba Ijebu and my journey into gambling was commissioned & activated by Iblis (Satan) and his entire hosts from Hell Fire.

My Advice To You:

I want you to write the following quote boldly on a thick piece of paper, laminate it, keep it in your wallet and be reading it out loudly morning & night for the rest of your life.

"Gambling is the child of avarice, the brother of iniquity, and the father of mischief.” – George Washington

Zoharariel:
I am going to help you even though I am not a gambler. Around 2013, I was at Cele Bus Stop on Akowonjo Road in Egbeda drinking beer & eating pepper soup with a friend.

There was a Baba Ijebu kiosk just by the beer parlour. It was on a Saturday evening and I noticed people in their tens trooping towards the Baba Ijebu kiosk.

And then suddenly, I saw a policeman alighted from a Sienna van with his wife and walked towards that Baba Ijebu kiosk.

Then Iblis (Satan) entered into my friend and he told me we should go to the Baba Ijebu kiosk to observe what was going on.

I plugged the bottle of my Heineken beer into my mouth & downed the content in a gulp. We got up and matched in the direction of the Baba Ijebu kiosk like soldiers going for illegal oil bunkering in Port Harcourt.

I noticed people were yelling at the Baba Ijebu agent to input & play some numbers for them.

An Igbo guy pulled over by the kiosk & alighted from his Infinity FX something (I can no longer remember the model). He stretched forth his hand to pass a slip of paper on which some numbers were written to the Agent.

Guess what? Right in front of my eyes, the Igbo guy staked 50,000Naira on just 3 numbers.

As the agent was punching the numbers into his red machine, I positioned my neck like a Peruvian giraffe just to catch a glimpse of those numbers - and I saw "single 5, 12, 48". I quickly brought out my Blackberry phone and typed the numbers in my notepad so that I do not forget them.

I equally copied more numbers from other "professional gamblers" who were at the kiosk to play the lotto.

Eventually, I staked about 4,500Naira on 11 different numbers altogether. My friend did the same. We were handed a ticket confirming the transaction & we went back to the beer parlour & ordered more drinks while awaiting the results.

An hour later, a guy who was at the kiosk when I played came shouting "Bros, you don win, result don commot". I left my beer & jumped to the kiosk like a cheetah chasing an impala.

I quickly gave my ticket to the agent, he looked at the numbers told me I had won 37,000Naira including my friend. We started jubilating& gyrating. We collected our winnings & ordered 2 cartons of guilder for our well wishers & the people who congratulated us on account of our glorious success.

And that was how my 3-month internship with Baba Ijebu and my journey into gambling was commissioned & activated by Iblis (Satan) and his entire hosts from Hell Fire.

My Advice To You:

I want you to write the following quote boldly on a thick piece of paper, laminate it, keep it in your wallet and be reading it out loudly morning & night for the rest of your life.

"Gambling is the child of avarice, the brother of iniquity, and the father of mischief.” – George Washington

Hahahaha...

adewumiopeyemi:
have been on low.. key with this harsh economy..

Lol... Ah no believe say this harsh economy go reach your own side too ooo...