Heart Surgeon's Funeral




One of the city's top cardiac specialists died. At his funeral, his coffin

was placed in front of a huge replica of a heart made of red roses. When the

pastor finished the sermon and everyone said their good-byes, the large

heart opened up, the coffin rolled inside, and the heart closed again. It

was a majestic tribute to the much loved cardiologist.




Suddenly, one of the mourners (saucekid), burst into a fit of laughter.




Irritated by his insensitivity, the man sitting next to him asked, "Why are

you laughing, Mister?"




"I was just thinking about my own funeral," the man replied. "I'm a

gynaecologist , "

Nice one so funny

@tyty
butt tu  why
      
sauce go burn u ohh

tyty do come again ooooooo

titi r u saying saucekid will be rolled into a pussy cat

well i like the joke since its sauce that's being rolled into it

na u tlk am ooooooooooo

oh sauce where at thou??
dis tyty didest drag thy name thru shit & sand,
does thou hide thy sef in shame??
is thy head bow in pain??
den throw thy pride away, emancipate thysef, join my cause & as i bestowd onto turkey, verily verily i says onto thee,
i shall bless thee aboundantly, i shall fight thy battles 4 thee & lastly but nt leastly, i shall undatake to bla bla bla all thy ladies 4 thee so dat thou shall'rnt suffer any harm or misfortune!!!
So sauce, wat say ye, Wat say ye??!!!

sauce agreed to all

tyty!!!
my ques r 2 saucebeats nt u!!

am sorry for jumping just wnt to help out

tyty don kill pessn

chei sauce na u be dis

Sauce kid my man. This people don kill you here oo. Wetin u got to say now. No fall my hand oohs

Shite Da Fook(SDF), wer is zat zamn kid wen ya nid him??
Tyty shittin on ur groov dawg, aint sombady gon pay??

Hmmm

food for tot?

Wld folly do that to aisha?

tytylayor:

Some months ago, on Joy’s birthday, the bus she wasriding home in broke
down on the way home from work.
Since she lived on the island,
she called her fiance and told him that she
would be late because she had to walk home.
On her way, she passed by a small joint and the smell of
baked beans (ewa) was more than she could stand.
With miles to walk, she figured that she would walk off any
ill effects by the time she reached home, so she stopped at
the joint and before she knew it, she had consumed two large
orders of beans. All the way home, she made sure that she released
all the gas. Upon her arrival, her fiance seemed excited to see her and
exclaimed delightedly: "Darling I have a surprise for dinner tonight."
He then blindfolded her and led her to her chair at the dinner table.
She took a seat and just as he was about to remove her blindfold, the
telephone rang. He made her promise not to touch the blindfold until he
returned and went to answer the call. The baked beans she had consumed
were still affecting her and the pressure was becoming most unbearable,
so while her fiance was out of the room, she seized the opportunity, shifted
her weight to one leg and let one go. It was not only loud, but it smelled like
a garbage- truck- running- over- refuse-dumped- in- front- of- a- pulpwood mill
on a rainy day. She took her napkin from her lap and fanned the air around her
vigorously. Then, shifting to the other cheek of her cheek, she ripped off three more.
The stink was worse than cooked- cabbage- kept- in- a- spoil-t fridge- for- three --days- -in- a- hot- season.
Keeping her ears carefully tuned to the conversation in the other room,
she went on like that ‘letting go’’ for another few minutes. The pleasure was indescribable.
When eventually the telephone farewells signalled the end of her freedom,
she quickly fanned the air a few more times with her napkin, placed it on her lap
and folded her hands back feeling very relieved and pleased with herself.
Her face must have been the picture of innocence when her fiance returned,
apologising for taking so long. He asked if she had peeked through the blindfold,
and she assured him she had not. At this point, he removed the blindfold, and
four dinner guests seated around the table with the mother-in-law chorused:
"Happy Birthday!"

She fainted.

‘‘The true measure of man’s character still remains what one will do if one knew no body is watching’’

i love the last comment by tyty, I 'll keep it

ty ty,so u don get liver to libel me like this?
i forgive u because i go go church today but after church by 8:30pm,u don die

sissy, u dey fear?

fear who?
i dey go church so i go commit her soul to papa

tnk God say na papa u wan go commit my soul sef, papasef dey understand na

but if na dat other bros, i for kill u b4 u go

thats ma baby . . . . . .fire on dear

Sauce u don kill me!!!
Papa??
Instead 2 head dis mata 2 mi??
Church??
Instead 2 shw mi barracks??
Sauce u don kill mi!!!!
                   

mufu. . . . . i don already sell u to the other bros b4 i commit u to papa
@ gunny
no fear. . . .*na u be the oda papa*

no suace, u cnt sell me to d other bros, and at d same time wnt go report me to papa, dem 2 no dey wrk together nw,
tink well may be na , u go sell for dat bros

wifey, its enuff ehn. jo. let peace reign

aiight yummie

hanx dear. much love

eeeeya. . . see love

we tank God OOOOOO

So you know God 

brother, GOD is my FATHERm he's all i live for, He's my DADDY.

which kind question be that na?

chai. . . . see tackling