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haha.. This cracked me up

Hahahahahahahaha. This is very very funny.

Benita27:
Let me get to work. Have a nice day.

Eh work on sunday abi na house work u mean..
Ok na later things

Cladez:
Omg you need to see me laughing so hard to the extent of waking my bro from sleep.
Mynd44 fp this is so hilarious.

Op Is a very good comedian I swear.

Martin0:
Eh work on sunday abi na house work u mean.. Ok na later things

you talk too much haba!!! don't u get tired.

Martin0:
Eh work on sunday abi na house work u mean.. Ok na later things

you talk too much haba!!! don't u get tired.

Lwkmd. Lolz. My belle want to burst with laff.

Lwkm


This should be on fp... comic relief

Loyalblak007:

Omo see bobby

Gourdoinc:
If you have it big down there, and by big we not just talking about the bishop alone, but the bag that accompanies the bishop, you will admit that wearing trousers for too long is a chore. I switched to boxers (hadn't known of big boxers then so was always the tiny ones) but even at that I always have "situations" where my mum or family member out of embarrassment will tell me, "Nna ya office is open". the thing will always find reasons to sneak it's head out to receive fresh air. suddenly on one faithful day, I decided to tie a wrapper my mum gave me and I realised that heaven could be on earth here.

the wrapper allowed cross ventilation and ease if I went I wanted to polish the bishop in secret with good viscosity Vaseline. I was so happy that I made this discovery, anyway this began my obsession with tying wrappers all the time. my family members were always angry at this new development. how could a young man like me suddenly be acting like an old man. I refused to heed to these advise and as usual shrugged off statements of "one day I will regret it".

anyway I was thinking that one day will come later later in future, never did I know it would happen days afterwards, our tenant downstairs had a naming ceremony and the entire compound was filled to the brim with people. I was upstairs observing the events when I noticed my mum called me to rush downstairs so I collect something from her at the gate, I tried to change into a trouser but the devil encouraged me to go that way, by the way Na my papa house. thus I rushed down. I was racing at full speed towards the gate when suddenly the metal used to anchor one of the canopies, grabbed my wrapper and ripped it off. since it happened at full throttle, it removed everything and left me standing naked in a child dedication ceremony. I didn't know whether to continue running out into the street so I could find a pit and jump inside or whether I should enhance their viewing experience by trying to get my wrapper.

I was still thinking of what to do, when I felt a blackness. I fainted out of shame. I refused to come out for days and till today, years after. my family still reminds me of how I dishonored the family name.

anyway I have learnt to bear the heat in a tight boxers or trousers. God punish wrappers

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Gourdoinc:
If you have it big down there, and by big we not just talking about the bishop alone, but the bag that accompanies the bishop, you will admit that wearing trousers for too long is a chore. I switched to boxers (hadn't known of big boxers then so was always the tiny ones) but even at that I always have "situations" where my mum or family member out of embarrassment will tell me, "Nna ya office is open". the thing will always find reasons to sneak it's head out to receive fresh air. suddenly on one faithful day, I decided to tie a wrapper my mum gave me and I realised that heaven could be on earth here.

the wrapper allowed cross ventilation and ease if I went I wanted to polish the bishop in secret with good viscosity Vaseline. I was so happy that I made this discovery, anyway this began my obsession with tying wrappers all the time. my family members were always angry at this new development. how could a young man like me suddenly be acting like an old man. I refused to heed to these advise and as usual shrugged off statements of "one day I will regret it".

anyway I was thinking that one day will come later later in future, never did I know it would happen days afterwards, our tenant downstairs had a naming ceremony and the entire compound was filled to the brim with people. I was upstairs observing the events when I noticed my mum called me to rush downstairs so I collect something from her at the gate, I tried to change into a trouser but the devil encouraged me to go that way, by the way Na my papa house. thus I rushed down. I was racing at full speed towards the gate when suddenly the metal used to anchor one of the canopies, grabbed my wrapper and ripped it off. since it happened at full throttle, it removed everything and left me standing naked in a child dedication ceremony. I didn't know whether to continue running out into the street so I could find a pit and jump inside or whether I should enhance their viewing experience by trying to get my wrapper.

I was still thinking of what to do, when I felt a blackness. I fainted out of shame. I refused to come out for days and till today, years after. my family still reminds me of how I dishonored the family name.

anyway I have learnt to bear the heat in a tight boxers or trousers. God punish wrappers

picture or it never happened.

still laughing

Gourdoinc:
If you have it big down there, and by big we not just talking about the bishop alone, but the bag that accompanies the bishop, you will admit that wearing trousers for too long is a chore. I switched to boxers (hadn't known of big boxers then so was always the tiny ones) but even at that I always have "situations" where my mum or family member out of embarrassment will tell me, "Nna ya office is open". the thing will always find reasons to sneak it's head out to receive fresh air. suddenly on one faithful day, I decided to tie a wrapper my mum gave me and I realised that heaven could be on earth here.

the wrapper allowed cross ventilation and ease if I went I wanted to polish the bishop in secret with good viscosity Vaseline. I was so happy that I made this discovery, anyway this began my obsession with tying wrappers all the time. my family members were always angry at this new development. how could a young man like me suddenly be acting like an old man. I refused to heed to these advise and as usual shrugged off statements of "one day I will regret it".

anyway I was thinking that one day will come later later in future, never did I know it would happen days afterwards, our tenant downstairs had a naming ceremony and the entire compound was filled to the brim with people. I was upstairs observing the events when I noticed my mum called me to rush downstairs so I collect something from her at the gate, I tried to change into a trouser but the devil encouraged me to go that way, by the way Na my papa house. thus I rushed down. I was racing at full speed towards the gate when suddenly the metal used to anchor one of the canopies, grabbed my wrapper and ripped it off. since it happened at full throttle, it removed everything and left me standing naked in a child dedication ceremony. I didn't know whether to continue running out into the street so I could find a pit and jump inside or whether I should enhance their viewing experience by trying to get my wrapper.

I was still thinking of what to do, when I felt a blackness. I fainted out of shame. I refused to come out for days and till today, years after. my family still reminds me of how I dishonored the family name.

anyway I have learnt to bear the heat in a tight boxers or trousers. God punish wrappers

So you the masturbate. Your pastor must hear this

Picture or I don't beleaf

LMAO

what a story

ewoooo Nna ndo o. 😁😁😂😁😂😁😃

Its just that u learned your lesson in hard way

Gourdoinc:
If you have it big down there, and by big we not just talking about the bishop alone, but the bag that accompanies the bishop, you will admit that wearing trousers for too long is a chore. I switched to boxers (hadn't known of big boxers then so was always the tiny ones) but even at that I always have "situations" where my mum or family member out of embarrassment will tell me, "Nna ya office is open". the thing will always find reasons to sneak it's head out to receive fresh air. suddenly on one faithful day, I decided to tie a wrapper my mum gave me and I realised that heaven could be on earth here.

the wrapper allowed cross ventilation and ease if I went I wanted to polish the bishop in secret with good viscosity Vaseline. I was so happy that I made this discovery, anyway this began my obsession with tying wrappers all the time. my family members were always angry at this new development. how could a young man like me suddenly be acting like an old man. I refused to heed to these advise and as usual shrugged off statements of "one day I will regret it".

anyway I was thinking that one day will come later later in future, never did I know it would happen days afterwards, our tenant downstairs had a naming ceremony and the entire compound was filled to the brim with people. I was upstairs observing the events when I noticed my mum called me to rush downstairs so I collect something from her at the gate, I tried to change into a trouser but the devil encouraged me to go that way, by the way Na my papa house. thus I rushed down. I was racing at full speed towards the gate when suddenly the metal used to anchor one of the canopies, grabbed my wrapper and ripped it off. since it happened at full throttle, it removed everything and left me standing naked in a child dedication ceremony. I didn't know whether to continue running out into the street so I could find a pit and jump inside or whether I should enhance their viewing experience by trying to get my wrapper.

I was still thinking of what to do, when I felt a blackness. I fainted out of shame. I refused to come out for days and till today, years after. my family still reminds me of how I dishonored the family name.

anyway I have learnt to bear the heat in a tight boxers or trousers. God punish wrappers

How can God punish wrappers when men in some parts of Nigeria wear it as their traditional clothing. There are also countries in South Asia that have a similar culture.

Why would a man be tying wrapper upandan. me that I'm a lady sef, i don't tie wrapper in the house. Its either shorts or dress.

My dad hates it, nobody tries that in our house.

lwkm


I can't fit laugh

Abeg someone should shift lemme faint for him again. see disgrace. you for run go out side na. so they would just think you are mad

Evaberry:
you talk too much haba!!! don't u get tired.

Hia ooo chimoo na wa ooo na look we con look for Nairaland

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LMAO

I can imagine your shame. A neighbor had a similar experience, when we were boys. Two young boys wanted to fight, one wore a Jeans short, while the other person was wearing a wrapper. We warned the boy wearing a wrapper to go put on a pair of shorts before the fight, but he refused vowing to beat the boy in jeans silly, we'll, the fight commenced and the one in shorts, knowing he will be defeated went for the stronger boys wrapper and stripped him unclad before everyone. Having been stripped unclad the naked guy tried to cover his JT with no success and ran naked under a nearby staircase and shut the door

fabricated story...its all good

Gourdoinc:
.... I didn't know whether to continue running out into the street so I could find a pit and jump inside or whether I should enhance their viewing experience by trying to get my wrapper.

I was still thinking of what to do, when I felt a blackness. I fainted out of shame. God punish wrappers

Funniest shyte I've read anywhere in a long time.

Lmao that was fuuny. I actually believe that story happened.

this is very funny! op fainting was the best option!

Can't stop laughing here..... God punish wrapper

Benita27:
I kind of have this feeling that the op is lying. No guy will walk through a crowd with wrapper.

I have one in my compound

Gourdoinc:
If you have it big down there, and by big we not just talking about the bishop alone, but the bag that accompanies the bishop, you will admit that wearing trousers for too long is a chore. I switched to boxers (hadn't known of big boxers then so was always the tiny ones) but even at that I always have "situations" where my mum or family member out of embarrassment will tell me, "Nna ya office is open". the thing will always find reasons to sneak it's head out to receive fresh air. suddenly on one faithful day, I decided to tie a wrapper my mum gave me and I realised that heaven could be on earth here.

the wrapper allowed cross ventilation and ease if I went I wanted to polish the bishop in secret with good viscosity Vaseline. I was so happy that I made this discovery, anyway this began my obsession with tying wrappers all the time. my family members were always angry at this new development. how could a young man like me suddenly be acting like an old man. I refused to heed to these advise and as usual shrugged off statements of "one day I will regret it".

anyway I was thinking that one day will come later later in future, never did I know it would happen days afterwards, our tenant downstairs had a naming ceremony and the entire compound was filled to the brim with people. I was upstairs observing the events when I noticed my mum called me to rush downstairs so I collect something from her at the gate, I tried to change into a trouser but the devil encouraged me to go that way, by the way Na my papa house. thus I rushed down. I was racing at full speed towards the gate when suddenly the metal used to anchor one of the canopies, grabbed my wrapper and ripped it off. since it happened at full throttle, it removed everything and left me standing naked in a child dedication ceremony. I didn't know whether to continue running out into the street so I could find a pit and jump inside or whether I should enhance their viewing experience by trying to get my wrapper.

I was still thinking of what to do, when I felt a blackness. I fainted out of shame. I refused to come out for days and till today, years after. my family still reminds me of how I dishonored the family name.

anyway I have learnt to bear the heat in a tight boxers or trousers. God punish wrappers

Haha ha hahahahaha........lmao....this made my day!