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.lol pls ban

Hey guys where's folly

Cuz they were made that way.

Seen it , but still kept me lmao

Hey clemcy 'sup . . . How & where's migs. . . . . I hope you've nt killed him wit bla bla bla. .

And can you by any chance tell me what 'GOD' has 2 do with this. . . .

Anyusman(queer lord) . . . . .*wake up 4rm ur dreams*

@ximo *TOOST* ha ha ha ha h

I agree wit kronkay as @ his 1st post. . . Not all come wit attractive containers

Lol I'm *ROFL*

What r guys always doing online 24/7

I didn't say that.

Today.

I tire oh! Not even artesunate.

Em em em em
* no comment*

Na wa ooo

Lol this is awesome

And not on nairaland.

Bla bla bla bla. . . . . . What's nxt

Noise. . . . . . . .


What next?

Kiss my ass lol .

Seen it. . .

I'd write my will and send it to CLEMCY.

Lol this is awesome

hhhhhhhhhhhelllo

Blonde Hiking

One day a blonde is hiking in the woods. She follows the trail until she comes upon a river. As she is thinking how she can get across the river; another blonde appears on the opposite side.
The blonde yells to the other blonde "How do I get to the other side?"
The other blonde looks up and then down the river and yells back:
"You are on the other side!"

Printable Version

counting cars . . . .



A blond sees a brunette standing in the middle of the highway.
The brunette keeps saying, 88, 88, 88,
The blond calls to her as the cars and trucks wizz past.
What are you doing?
I'm counting cars,comes the rely. Want to help?
Sure! says the blond. She walks out to the middle of the
highway to the brunette and starts saying 88, 88, 88,
All the time the cars are dodging the two woman. Then a big semi
drives by and runs over the blond. The brunnette calmly walks
down the highway, picks a new spot, and starts muttering, 89, 89, 89,

naughty blonde


Judi was bored with driving her BMW. It laced individuality and
besides that, every other girl in the office had one. She fancied
something a bit more individual, perhaps an MG convertible.
That week she visited her local car dealer and spied a beautiful
Jaguar XK140 convertible. It was wonderfully restored and she
fell in love with its gorgeous red paint work. An empty check
stub later and off she was tearing down the leafy country lanes
enjoying her beautiful new car. Her long blonde hair was flowing
in the wind, music blaring from the radio, what could possibly
go wrong?

At that thought there was a splutter from the engine and the
car slowly coasted to a stop. She got out and lifted the bonnet
and concluded after a few minutes that she didn't have a bloody
clue what was wrong. Luckily she had her mobile phone with
her and a quick phone call to the AutoClub and a short wait
saw a bright shiny yellow van pull up behind her.

That's a lovely car, said the mechanic. What seems to be
the matter?

Judi replied, Well, it just conked out I'm afraid.

Let me have look. He set to work and ten minutes later the
engine was purring like a cat again.

Thank goodness, she said. What was the matter?

Simple really, just crap in the carburetor, he replied.

Looking shocked she asked, Oh. How many times a week do
I have to do that?

kronkay, , , . . . . haba

lmfao but old . . . . .

RotfLmao. .lol@ all post, . .