tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-314485372011-10-12T21:02:39.263+03:00a peek into the mind of a crafty little bastard.cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.comBlogger471100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-31245154717557408372010-03-25T19:54:00.008+03:002010-03-25T20:54:56.966+03:00

isn't it amazing how the makmende craze has caught on? and isn't it amazing that the creators are still not in rolls royces and throwing money along electric street with women hanging on for dear life as they zoom by?if makmende had been in new york, he would be filthy fucking rich. its called monetization... these days, unlike siku za ma-babu zetu, you can make money from bullshit. and its great

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-78683745764614533612010-02-19T16:24:00.002+03:002010-02-19T17:04:11.663+03:00

Majonzi majonzi sitaki mwaka huu. And all you mamas who look at me and see "chips funga" written on my forehead... I talk like a whore, I look like a whore... I even dress like a whore sometimes... but am a respectable family man. So back off. What can you give me that am not getting anyways... plus who told I came aaaaaaaaallllllllll the way back to Nairobi to be chips funga?.... so yeah.. .go

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-55651488273797342932009-09-14T15:08:00.002+03:002009-09-14T15:37:48.236+03:00

Oh boy... the expected happened. I am definitely destined to be miserable. No one can love this man. And its hilarious.Lessons learnt, you ask? Actually, many lessons learnt this time. For instance:One's past is as much of one's future as its of one's past. Do not delude yourself for one instance that what you did yesterday will not come and be a problem today and tomorrow.If you have a history

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-85053556715852050802009-08-06T16:45:00.002+03:002009-08-06T16:52:43.638+03:00

i think i have fallen in love. yeah, yeah... i never learn. lol. :-) so... am going to do something you can never imagine me doing... something even i can't imagine myself doing... am going to (God forbid) write a poem!!! You can stop reading here coz its about to get mushy... but don't worry, its going to be a short one and so it will be over quick... like an injection to the butt!!!! :-Dso here

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com7tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-69231690847035940142009-06-16T16:49:00.002+03:002009-06-16T17:39:25.038+03:00

There's this guy... an investigator. Mr. John William Alele.I had hired him... October - December 2008... paid him 10k a day for 14 days... to do something for me. Plus hired cars and paid for photos and call records for something I was doing... then he bounced with my cash, no photos no nothing. Akapotea.So he thought.I was then introduced to the head of investigations at Urban Police HQ, he

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com15tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-84903654127457279142009-05-22T16:27:00.005+03:002009-05-22T17:50:56.694+03:00

I rarely watch news. I actually don't give a hoot what is happening in this country. As long as am not paying more taxes, there's no post-election violence... and food and milk for my babies is available... and I got a job... I usually don't care about such shit except the taxation I pay every year. And for the taxation I walk around cursing for a week and then I lenga.Coz of the people in Gava.

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-84937153326215827512009-05-21T14:47:00.007+03:002009-05-21T15:26:58.339+03:00

So... here I am .. .having wasted the whole morning putting a serious face in front of my laptop kumbe am chatting... and my stomach rumbles. Quick glance at the winXP menu bar and wololololo... its 12pm already.Time for lunch.I chat my cousin and he's like Chinese? I am like yeah... why not. He goes like he's coming to pick me in ten minutes.We drive.. .chit chat about this and that... do a bit

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-75432595638136822472009-04-08T15:38:00.004+03:002009-04-08T17:16:05.448+03:00

Not lying. For real, for real, for real. A weird one too.Anyway, before I start posting... the usual apologies... been working hard, facing life as it comes... etc etc... that's why I have not blogged. Been working hard to the point of... as someone aptly put it on facebook a while ago... working too hard to make my salt to the point of neglecting my sugar... and of course the sugar became bitter

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com13tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-62464706846765908472009-01-21T14:31:00.002+03:002009-01-21T15:36:28.003+03:00

Fuck.2009 is here. Just celebrated the first birthday of my son jana... time flies. Seems like only the other day he was a little fart that had popped up into our lives bila mpango or announcement... bwana pnyox himself... and now he is the joy of my life already. Naughty though. We talk.. oh boy do we talk... he goes "itiken itiken itiken", arms waving in the air... and I go like "yeah, true dat

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-49340576499341921022008-12-17T16:02:00.002+03:002008-12-18T11:11:05.130+03:00

Normally... I don't blog about some things. Zinaitwa siri.But today... am breaking my own rules. Two paragraphs... short and brief... to describe the heartache I feel... over something I should not (or should have?) started and (kept going?)... why this confusion?For once I am totally and utterly confused.If true love exists... then I think I have just felt it. For a brief period albeit but

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-80420948881331771832008-12-16T10:15:00.003+03:002008-12-16T12:49:48.192+03:00

Been planning to blog this for a while now. Time, time, time. And issues. Well... I almost got married in Lagos. Yeah, yeah, yeah. Am almost married. But its not my fault. I didn't want to.And if hte warden, yes sir, prison warden, hadn't felt pity for me, I would be nursing a split arse as of right keddo now. Courtesy of some Nigerian hardened criminals. Oh yes, was in jail in Lagos!;-) A record

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-11786546888396129782008-12-16T09:28:00.003+03:002008-12-16T10:07:43.266+03:00

Check this out. So.. there is this guy... having domes with wife. Issues, issues, issues. She done some nasty things and has no answers. Suddenly, a twist-em-up move is pulled... the dude is the bad egg in the basket all of a sudden.So... he is accused of sleeping with some woman... eti he was seen in Bob's bar kissing her and sijui what not. Eti now it has been extrapolated to... God forbid...

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-42045634487442139302008-10-17T10:30:00.004+03:002008-10-17T12:03:42.684+03:00

Hehe... was in Abuja almost three weeks back. Interesting place... I had to blog about it... but been busy.Busy is an understatement. Between my contract and moonlighting on get-rich-quick business ventures like running a Swahili restaurant and other unmentionable things... I just don't have the time to blog these days.Then... my current contract at the place I work expired juzi... so am sorta

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com40tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-75140366553989936222008-08-14T12:19:00.003+03:002008-08-14T15:19:18.529+03:00

His name is Ashraf... he is a fucking Indian. And his mobile number is .... well, let me stop there. Just realized I could be sued for instigating the public to hang him from his balls until he died. But I think I need to call the Guinness Book of World Records or something... am sure there is a category like dumbest man on earth or something. This guy is as dumb a fuck as dumb fucks go.Ashraf

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com16tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-41358266616739172752008-08-11T17:05:00.005+03:002008-08-11T17:46:23.229+03:00

Fuck... so i thought they were joking when they made me "headman" at my nephew's wedding proposal. Fuck double fuck.So... last Saturday am ambushed by my uncles. Eti I am the best man. Shit. That meant wearing those arab garbs in the fucking Mombasa heat. I agreed, on condition that I don't wear the headgear and wear only a kafia. They agreed.Sunday is the wedding day and I am being wekwad the

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com23tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-52645288720919801772008-07-23T17:00:00.002+03:002008-07-23T18:03:13.662+03:00

If you have me on a hit-list or something.. .you Kenya Airways motherfuckers... please, please, please... get me off. I did not do anything to deserve the kind of shit I undergo every time I have to travel with your airline. I mean, there can be no other explanation, you are just out to get me.Everyone knows that I complain about KQ... coz I miss my Mombasa-Nairobi flights ALL the time. Granted,

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-5335735124939732722008-05-31T22:43:00.002+03:002008-05-31T22:59:49.465+03:00

henged till 2am.. last night. Wife wakes me up at 11am... eti we have a birthday party to attend. My niece's seventh birthday. By the time we pack our little vifarangas into the rented car (oh yes, bloody DTDobie still have my merc)... its 1pm.We reach my cosuins house and dive straight into some nice biriani... and then he drops a bomb shell. Eti he has been invited to be in the entourage of a

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-69465829486792579082008-05-26T09:58:00.002+03:002008-05-26T10:13:28.004+03:00

Well... the curse of the booty finally cuaght up with me. Next time I see that fine-arsed mama she is dead. Last Monday, as I was minding my own business waiting at junction to take my turn, a fully loaded truck and trailer, KTT 667, owned and operated by Rapid Kate Services... rammed into me from behind reducing my e-class to a piece of shit.Before I continue... thank you DaimlerBenz and your

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-69689677856256939072008-04-28T10:39:00.009+03:002008-04-28T11:44:19.338+03:00

Some arses shouldn't be allowed on the road bila kibali... yaani... licences. Some arses should be licensed and fines imposed for them being strutted around town bila idhini. They are what us coasterians called "nuksi tupu".... yaani jinxes of the highest order.It's not by mistake that about 70% of the coasterian male population consider banging a hot chick in oyur car a jinx.. that car will

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com9tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-85004943966631055412008-04-16T16:18:00.003+03:002008-04-16T16:42:57.773+03:00

So today am standing in line in the bank... trying to entertain myself as my pocket is burning a hole due to the humongous wad of thao bills for the credit card payment I am about to make... and on TV comes this guy who has been dubbed "Mr. Loud-mouth".Seems guys are very bitter at having been left out of the cabinet (to be read as having been left out of the eating part of the game)... yet he

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-43968101097967365282008-04-03T11:03:00.010+03:002008-04-03T12:15:51.739+03:00

Now... the more I live, the more it all makes sense. I wish life was forever yaani... because it just suddenly got very interesting. I think it all begins to hit you by the time you are 30... what life really means, what's important and what's not. And if it doesn't hit you by then.. well, I guess you are fucked.One of the things I have learnt the hard way is to be impeccably honest. Yaani, don't

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-18044508310404115702008-03-19T12:01:00.002+03:002008-03-19T12:37:30.744+03:00

Seems I am back to venting... ok, ok... just this once more allow me to vent. It's going to be a short vent, I promise.People misunderstand me. Always. And I am sick and tired of just keeping quiet when things do not go the way they should. That to me is unacceptable. So a quick guide to what I am all about.Six points to understanding me:Point A:If I point out something to you, about yourself,

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-91464295449512606982008-03-17T15:23:00.014+03:002008-03-17T17:11:22.511+03:00

well... needless to say... seeing a bunch of ngwanyes that was enough to bu ya small island has sharpened my appetite for currency. Hence, been thinking money, money, money. Needless to say, I'm still spending shit loads of it, and very little has come in to replace the copious amounts so spent.So, I'm still retaining the title of stupid motherfucker #1. :-D But soon, soon... the story might

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-52456105308319445502008-03-05T16:04:00.002+03:002008-03-05T16:09:53.234+03:00

Well, well, well. Been getting death threats and what-nots from a lot of people today, courtesy of my last post on shell shock. a lot of mother fuckers who read my blog seem to identify completely with the criteria and are pissed off at me.Telling, ain't it?Ok. Now here is the thing. Let me clarify so as to leave no doubt whatsoever that most of the stuff on that list of ten is about myself... a

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-84969601620638169672008-03-04T11:24:00.003+03:002008-03-04T12:30:23.184+03:00

Well.Been in a semi-comatose daze since yesterday 3pm. Couldn't sleep, been puking all the food I've had and I feel like my life is worth jack-shit.No... it's not another nervous breakdown. And no, I am not sick. It is just the sudden realization that all my achievements are actually great... but they pale in comparison to what some people out there think in terms of achievements.Yesterday.. and

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-27407435457630720762008-02-29T14:47:00.003+03:002008-02-29T15:13:00.482+03:00

So... I have been on the receiving end again.My mobile phone has been off since February 1st... on purpose. And people are catching me on the street with the invariable "Uko mteja yahe, hupatikani?" to the more creative "The dog swallowed your phone?" to the more irritating "Kwani I don't pay you enough to keep your mobile phone charged?" from my higher ups.Well, people. Hold on. Hold the fucking

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-13767326579062143232008-02-28T15:41:00.005+03:002008-02-29T15:31:01.890+03:00

well... I'd be darned if I ever say hello to a woman again. I think my wife was right. Women are wierd, I should stay away from all of them. wish I had listened.So am here, in the Kenya Power and Lighting Office.. coz they dealt me a bill of 15K... as if. Kwani am running a bar, factory or a whore house in my digs? Well... as I am arguing the finer points of why I am not a pimp and why I am sure

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-46742869884558365412008-02-13T11:26:00.002+03:002008-02-13T11:51:58.981+03:00

VNC... the most fucking amazing piece of software I have ever had the pleasure to lay my hands on. If VNC were a woman, I'd be whipped to the point of losing my mind.Ok, ok. For those who have no idea what I'm talking about, VNC is simply described as "Virtual Network Computing. A free software-based application allowing pc-based control over another network device." Got that? :-POk, kwa lugha ya

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com11tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-4328179722131812342008-02-01T16:43:00.000+03:002008-02-01T17:25:01.272+03:00

Met my cousin today. ok, he is my uncle. well... am confused really. he is my uncle/cousin. Our family has been inter-marrying for the last God knows how many eons... until I decided to break the mould and marry a kyuk.The result of this inter-marriage has been the dubious identities of some of my close relations... if you follow my mother's ancestry, they are my uncles... and if you follow my

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-7831709747434198282008-01-21T11:05:00.000+03:002008-01-21T11:32:20.912+03:00

Well... wife finally chokad carrying the baby and nine months on the dot yesterday, bin Athman scared the shit out of the other babies in the nursery by his incessant crying. Turns out he had a fever... hope it goes away soon.Surprised? Well... don't be. I been busy. Have added a son to my entourage... now we are me, wife, umi (my daughter) and nanihii. I have a heck of a task ahead... naming the

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-73304221025950837172008-01-17T16:32:00.000+03:002008-01-17T16:50:50.164+03:00

I am very picky where women are concerned... I like mine to be , well... delicious... just like good food. Presentation, taste, freshness, proportion, spicing, .... everything that goes into a yummy piece of death by chocolate cake is what I look for in woman. After all, if she does not literally look good enough to eat... what's the point?Anyway, I digress. I am writing because suddenly, and for

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-37604753437454912152008-01-09T14:02:00.000+03:002008-02-12T16:53:18.149+03:00

To the few nut-cases who were on my case the entire 2007....Well, I wish I didn't have to say "I told you so". But to all the motherfuckers who were on my case for my not giving a hoot about queueing in line for a voter's card, here it comes... I FUCKIN' TOLD YOU SO. HA!I have never, and probably will never, hold a voters card. For the simple reason that one day in Fourth Form, our high school

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-24065139872390419292007-12-07T08:44:00.000+03:002007-12-07T08:55:48.615+03:00

Drove my e230 today morning to work. 1997 model, silver all extras. Was driven from Nai jana. Almost peed in my pants everytime I heard a honk at the front gate once I reached digs. Jumped in straight into the moti when and did a lap of honour around Mombasa... at midnight... wife, myself and umi in our pyjamas. And umi promptly fell asleep as wife chokorad the knobs and the knickknacks all the

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-57597951131328209192007-11-08T09:30:00.000+03:002007-11-08T12:35:21.876+03:00

Been quiet for long... actually, I lost psyche in blogging. Too much shit to think about. In the process, I have managed to transform from a happy-go-lucky type of chap to a bitter, vindictive and angry man. And I didn't want to bore you with my vitriol any longer.Apologies.Well... the therapy seems to have worked. Wait... I am not mad... the therapy was just... ummm.. well... therapy. I needed

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-12126672762211864362007-01-11T14:05:00.000+03:002007-01-11T15:27:41.967+03:00

January the 11th, two thousand and fucking seven. I have never felt better than I have in a long time. Life's good... if you've been following my posts you would know that the last couple of months that I haven't blogged were probably due to some serious issues that nearly sent me into therapy. The fucking midlife crisis on turning thirty is over, my familiy is relocated and is firmly back into

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-1163754427797024882006-11-17T11:52:00.000+03:002006-11-17T13:11:28.753+03:00

Haki guys, you must forgive me for being so quiet. But truth be told, all ye ma-fans wa blog, cybersn00p is suffering severe mid-life crisis.I am 30 years and eight days old... I was so busy working I even forgot to have my mid-life crisis on my brithday it is hitting me now. The signs of the inevitable crisis were there... its just that I didn't recognise them. I didn't have time to recognise

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com8tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-1162369876951267492006-11-01T10:44:00.000+03:002006-11-01T13:20:55.466+03:00

Head office is moving me back to Nairobi. Yey!Come the 15th of November, my arse will be firmly back in the rat race that is Nairobi with its ubiqitous traffic jams and annoyances. My wife is over the moon... she is hukoz thinking new jack swing, tamambo, movies, restaurants... sijui stutterfords... wolololololo... she is happy. (I wonder how I can get back the BarclayCard I gave her on our

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-1159271362946020572006-09-26T14:47:00.000+03:002006-09-26T14:49:49.286+03:00

long absenteeism... ben on leave. 20 bloody days. and i still have six more to go.WTF do people do on leave? Am already bored. Anyway, watch this space tomorrow for updates on what has been going on.

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-1156495280049186152006-08-25T11:05:00.000+03:002006-08-25T15:40:50.956+03:00

Wooohooo!! Another week survived. It has been an exhausting week... I had had to travel to Nairobi on Sunday evening. The plan was, land on Sunday, do the presentation Monday, back in Mombasa same day 6.30pm. Alas, it was not to be. Even as we were on the way to the airport, I knew something was amiss. That's why I held my breath from the time she dropped me off at the airport until my wife

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-1155993266173118442006-08-19T15:51:00.000+03:002006-08-19T17:23:42.846+03:00

Ngai. What a week. Been tough both on the home front and on the work front. I have been facing some really tough times at work, but heck... that's what one gets paid for ain't it? I remember while still in my first jobo, I was bitching to a colleague of mine, Ambrose, about how those "stupid" indian managers think we miroos are like nothing, how jobo sucks etc etc. Ambrose happened to be over

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-1155797324328900902006-08-17T09:33:00.000+03:002006-08-25T11:02:13.030+03:00

As I stood there staring into her emerald-green, searching eyes... her eye brows raised questioningly waiting for my response... she licked her lips. Then she licked those sweet luscious lips again. I swallowed. Hard. Then I swallowed harder. She lightly touched my forearm and I broke out in a light sweat."So, what do you say?", she seemed to ask as she flashed me a smile that made my knees go

cybersn00phttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08119724549694349814noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31448537.post-1155207109749542712006-08-10T13:23:00.000+03:002006-08-10T16:05:21.083+03:00

You people, hebu tell me...Is it bad manners or is not bad manners to hit on someone's wife at a bar.. with the husband sitting right next to her... and on top of it all to use football as a pickup line? Of all things... football?????So.. here I am. A hard day at work today but I just managed to finish everything on my to-do list for the day plus a couple of items for the next day's list... hence

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I knew today was going to be a good day... even though its raining like hell down here in coasto. And usually rainy days are crap in Mombasa.I was determined to make today a good day as I am a firm believer of "if life tosses you a lemon, go make lemonade" and all that other motivational crap. Soemtimes though I tend to squeeze the bloody lemon in the eyes of whoever handed it to me. Not today.

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Anyway...I went to the post office today. Apart from a few bills and the customary usual bank statement declaring me broke, I got a coupon from Reader's Digest... eti a friend of mine has bought me a whole year's subscription. Obviously someone playing a practical joke on me; I would never, ever, ever want a subscribtion to a magazine where you know the ending of the storo before you even stop

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I nearly died today morning. Died of laughter that is. I have never felt so avenged my entire life. All because I saw a lady... ummm baby elephant... with a fat arse waddling across the street in front of my car. And she smiled at me! And when I recognized her, that was the last straw. Hehehehe, I am still laughing.Wait... wait, wait!!!! Before you start accusing me of being politically incorrect

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What is in the size of a penis? I have this overwhelming fear that mine is inadequately small. So I checked... (you can too! http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_penis_size#Measuring_the_penis). Turns out I am well-endowed. Basically, what that result told me is that these guys have never been in the men's loo in Carni on New JackSwing nights! See the graphs below!Anyway, decided to test the theory

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Well... here goes. Never written a blog my entire life... so here goes. Trouble is where do i start? Ok. Got it.Today (half an hour ago) I went to Friday prayers at the mosque...after an 11 year hiatus. For some strange reason, I ws sitting at work trying to trim down my ever-expanding to-do list and out of nowhere I thought "I have to go pray today!".Instantly, my reflexes kicked in... the inner

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