JoeCutie:
Na that day you go know say some people hate you for this life!

They'd get a mixture of poo + red oil + hot drink + oil paint + fresh pepper + urine + zobo and pour it on you. Shout from Jerusalem to Jericho, nobody go come to your rescue. Isn't that gobesious?

Wicked!

STFUareyouG0d:
PhweshyJ

JoeCutie:
Bebe, would you be my girlfriend, even if it's on an interim basis?

JoeCutie:
Single!

JoeCutie:
I agree with you, Op, but there's one very important condition that'd make lots of sense if included in that list.

* If the man met the woman a virgin, and eventually deflower her, for the divorce to be successfully effected, he must undo what he did. He must seal her back to being a virgin. How will you deflower me and divorce me on top? Is it how you use to do? You must seal me back oh.

JoeCutie:
Hian! Some girls even cüm just seeing money.

JoeCutie:
Oh, that? Consider it taken care of.
Or I'd take you to the movies. Think about the popcorn involved.

JoeCutie:
Well, I dunno who, but anybody - male or female - I meet would get a drink from me.

JoeCutie:
PhweshyJ!!!

Okay, I'll keep calm for now. I'll get back to you later. But just so you know, you've just surprised me beyond imagination.

Thank you, sweetheart. Thank you.

JoeCutie:
Girlie O! 50K no be 50 instagram likes oh. It can go a long way oh.

Well, you could make some noise sha in preparation for next year, maybe by then it'll be 100K, who knows...

JoeCutie:
With those fresh and fine assets you get for there? Nawa for you oh.

JoeCutie:
Obob! See fresh something!

Babes! What are you eating that's making you this fresh? See...see...something sumptuous.

In fact, I nominate Phweshyj.
Babe toh fresh.

JoeCutie:

tosyne2much:
I know say na that kind thing u dey like

JoeCutie:
YES!!!

It was back in school. I'd gotten off the phone with this babe like 4 minutes earlier. She'd called to confirm if I was still coming. I told her I was four minutes away from her place. And at exactly four minutes, I was there. She had finished having her bath, and was relaxing on her bed. When I got to the frontage of her room, I knocked on the door, to which she answered, asking me to come in, that the door was open. I pushed the door open, and lo and behold...

There she was, lying on her bed stark nakéd, with her legs widely open like Open-Ended question. And for a moment, I was literarily dumb, transfixed, blind, and in fact, lost. I guess she was saying something then, but I had no idea what. What was I to do at that moment? No clues. I tried using my visual philosophically acuity to solve the situation, and eureka! I got my answers!

I had already come in, so retreating wasn't a viable option, cos only cowards retreat, no? And since I'm no coward, there was only one option staring me in the face. I slammed the door behind me, and locked it. I walked straight to the bed and....

OkBye!

JoeCutie:
I no even sabi toast geh sef.

JoeCutie:
I should be a priest and you won't be a Rev. Sister abi? If I slap you ehn, you'd have a premature orgasm.

JoeCutie:
"You cannot quit Seminary, priesthood really fits you". Nonsense!

I quit, and I'm glad I did.

JoeCutie:
So which kinda girlfriend do you want? One with no shoes? We don't know when God is about to bless us. God cannot come down from heaven and help you. The help must come from/through somebody; and she might just be that somebody.

This might just be the opportunity you've been waiting for. There's no harm in trying. Go on with your romance with her. Do the things you ought to do as a man, and let her do hers. Never you feel intimidated, inferior or afraid. The things she has are not your problem, are they? After all, you've got yours too.