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I can only wish you the best of luck my brother.

I can only wish you the best of luck my borther.

My brother, to honest with you, long distance relationships are tough, I was in one and it really tough, we broke up eventually, but in your own case you get to see often, maybe not as often like you would want to, and you said you visit when you can. I think there are better ways of handling matters like this. in any case she is a lovely madam if i may say so.

Like the last poster said you had better remove the madam’s pic, or less if and when she comes across the post, she will drop you without blinking an eyelid, maybe that’s what you want?

If you truly LOVE her distance should not be a barrier. All the best

all of the above.

start small and grow. all best.

how far, body spray finish for market? no chance

genotype.

na wa, who no like better thing.

Wackesr: Gbenga ADEYINKA

Best: Gandoki

my broda, she dumped him once she do it again

I light a candle for my mum Victoria , passed on fours years
ago, am sure if you could look back, you would say; you are
not doing too badly.

you were our best friend. miss you

am the first of four kids and the ONLY boy plenty of responsibilty, it is also fun.

imagine that

I ask why generalize?

@poster
I am not a Muslim, but av lots of family members who are
so may all your hearts desires be yours during this peroid



ma salam

hammer house of horror  

tales by moonlite

hammer house of horror

Three women who were friends in high school have returned to their hometown to attend their
25th reunion and have lunch together.
Their talk turns to their position in life, and it's clear that they are trying to one-up each other.
The first woman says, 'My husband is taking me to the French Riviera for two Weeks,' and
then looks at the others with a superior demeanor.
The second woman says, 'Well, my husband just bought me a new Mercedes,' and looks about with
considerable pride.
The third woman says, 'Well, to be perfectly honest with you, we don't have much money and we don't have many material possessions, but 13 canaries can stand shoulder to shoulder on my husband's erect penis.'
After a long silence, the first woman looks shame-faced and says, 'Girls, I've got a confession to make.
I was just trying to impress you. We're not really going to the French Riviera we're going to my parent's
house for two weeks.'
The second woman says, 'Your honesty has shamed me. To be honest, my husband didn't buy me a Mercedes -- he bought me a Taurus.'
'Well,' the third woman says, 'I've got a confession to make. Canary number 13 has to stand on one leg.'

omo na mental case, start to dey crazy,

treat people equally, everybody is important

Medicare Health Insurance, in a nutshell:

The phone rings and the lady of the house answers, "Hello."
"Mrs. Ojo, please." "Speaking"
"Mrs. Ojo, this is Doctor Williams at the Medical Testing Laboratory.
When your doctor sent your husband's biopsy to the lab yesterday, a biopsy from another
Mr. Ojo arrived as well, and we are now uncertain which one is your husband's. Frankly
the results are either bad or terrible."
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Ojo asks nervously.
"Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other one tested positive for AIDS.
We can't tell which your husband's is."
"That's dreadful! Can't you do the test again?" questioned Mrs. Ojo.
"Normally we can, but Medicare will only pay for these expensive tests one time."
"Well, what am I supposed to do now?"
"The people at Medicare recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of town.

If he finds his way home, don't sleep with him. (Modified)[i][/i]

Medicare Health Insurance, in a nutshell:

The phone rings and the lady of the house answers, "Hello."
"Mrs. Ojo, please." "Speaking"
"Mrs. Ojo, this is Doctor Williams at the Medical Testing Laboratory.
When your doctor sent your husband's biopsy to the lab yesterday, a biopsy from another
Mr. Ojo arrived as well, and we are now uncertain which one is your husband's. Frankly
the results are either bad or terrible."
"What do you mean?" Mrs. Ojo asks nervously.
"Well, one of the specimens tested positive for Alzheimer's and the other one tested positive for AIDS.
We can't tell which your husband's is."
"That's dreadful! Can't you do the test again?" questioned Mrs. Ojo.
"Normally we can, but Medicare will only pay for these expensive tests one time."
"Well, what am I supposed to do now?"
"The people at Medicare recommend that you drop your husband off somewhere in the middle of town.

If he finds his way home, don't sleep with him. (Modified)[i][/i]

Mixed Blessings