I suspect "realtorbarbie" to be undercover. An old member comming back undercover to kick some ass. I've an idea who she is.

Yikes!  You like having sex with your daddy?
You are a sick ugly puppy.

Look at this useless bitch calling somebody ugly.  You actually think that you are a realtor barbie.  Keep deceiving yourself.  You do not have anything for me to be jealous about.  You must remember that you attacked for no reason at all.  You want to spar with me?  You got stupid c--thole!

Which comment is it about adultery are you talking about brat?

ok...so wot next?...hold ur mouth no more kissing b4 i vex...

Now, this law goes something like this: if a man has ever been ‘there’, he can always be ‘there’. I am of course paraphrasing; the exact words are actually vulgar. It’s pretty common-place knowledge; no one is really expected to know how to quote it. Just get the general idea, and you are fine. For many years, I didn’t quite get that ‘general idea’ early enough. That might explain why I was convinced of my irresistibleness because an ex-boyfriend or two had ‘hinted’ at reconciliation. Hadn’t they cried out how much they’d missed me!! The part of them reaching out to feel me up at the same time mattered nothing, just boys being boys. The only reason I never let them touch me into ‘getting back together’ was due to a prior experience with second missionary journeys that went awry. I was however euphoric for days afterwards about being desired. Until I grew up and realised that it had been Okafor’s law at play all those time!

Then I did fall prey – once. It was the end of a year that I’d been exceptionally naughty, and unlucky. For some reason, I kept encountering the worst set of men on earth. They just didn’t seem to know their left from their right!!! I was quite at loss how to tell adults who had been having sex way long before me that they were getting it all wrong. So, it was my very unfulfilled self that travelled to Lagos to spend the Xmas. There, I called up my ex to tell him I was in town. Him, always such a dear, promptly showed up the same day at where I was staying. The first thought I had when I saw him was, ‘jeez, this man is still as skinny as ever!’, but I gave him a 100 watts smile. I had to be nice to him; I was hoping he’d accompany me to the Island (to sort my share certificates wahala) and I never want anything to do with Lagos transport system by my self.


So, we went to the Island, spent half the day in the traffic, the other half greeting his friends we saw along the way (& tacitly responding to their questioning glances that ‘no, it’s what it appears’, while secretly savouring the warm feeling of how good we still looked together). He returned me home pretty late but promised to come over the following day, so we could continue from where we stopped. He did come quite all right, but the entire bus-hopping thing of the other day had provided loads of opportunities for ‘tapping current’. We had been reminded of how each other’s bodies feel and the good times of old. An enclosed room with no chaperon only served to catalyze what took place next. All I can say about it is that it was a fantastic way to break the jinx of that wretched year.

I’m reminded of this incident because of Jinta’s comment on Onome’s post of Male Myths --- Busted and also because last holidays, I had dropped by Lagos and this same ex offered his services of taking me round Lagos ‘dangerous’ routes. Day 2, he came probably expecting his ‘thank you’ like the last time …

 

is okFOR A NAME COS IF ITS A NAME IT MUST HAVE LAW THATS WHY IT DONT HAVE ANY LAW COS IT NOT A NAME


Don't talk what you have not yet been educated on. Okafor is a Sir name.

guy take simple correction and move on
just catch ur fun and not make trouble on the air.