you know better cos we belong together.chamber for humans.barn for u and i

 

i`ll take the lead



It is time for us

To make a wish.

And I wish for the sunrise

To be beautiful each time

With days that are perfect

And nights so sublime.

And I wish for the sunset

To be like a long red sail

Each and every day

And you and I will always stay

Whatever we wish

Will surely come true

And I wish for happiness


And I wish for the world

To live in peace

To live and love as one


To a simple beat.


And I wish for us all


To have our lives full of love
Full of joy and happiness
And eternal love.

u dont even believe me so why bother to tell ur itchin` ears the rest.
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 fine boy, its nt really dat i didn't believe u oh, bt its soundin like a make up story, a 9ja girl doin all dat 2 a virgin boy in the field, n d virgin guy really liked it without fear or anxiety. bt if its true i believe, so carry on wif ya story
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ok then walk into my chamber and i`ll let you in on the rest of the story.

yeah the girls.hey b4 u get on me.i havent had them before.

then am innocent

they`ll suck his cock to death he cant stand `em.

really?

did he look every inch like me?

 

There were two nuns...
One of them was known as Sister Mathematical (SM), and the other one
was known as Sister Logical (SL). It was getting dark and they were
still far away from the convent.

SM: "Have you noticed that a man has been following us for the past
thirty-eight and a half minutes? I wonder what he wants."

SL: "It's logical. He wants to rape us."

SM: "Oh, no! At this rate he will reach us in 15 minutes at the
most? What can we do?"

SL: "The only logical thing to do of course is to walk faster."

SM: "It's not working."

SL: "Of course it's not working. The man did the only logical thing.
He started to walk faster, too."

SM: "So, what shall we do? At this rate he will reach us in one
minute."

SL: "The only logical thing we can do is split up. You go that way
and I'll go this way. He cannot follow us both."

So the man decided to follow Sister Logical.

Sister Mathematical arrived at the convent and was worried about
what had happened to Sister Logical.

Then Sister Logical arrived.

SM: "Sister Logical! Thank God you are here! Tell me what happened!"

SL: "The only logical thing happened. The man couldn't follow us
both, so he followed me."

SM: "Yes, yes! But what happened then?"

SL: "The only logical thing happened. I started to run as fast as I
could and he started to run as fast as he could."

SM: "And?"

SL: "The only logical thing happened. He reached me."

SM: "Oh, dear! What did you do?"

SL: "The only logical thing to do. I lifted my dress up."

SM: "Oh, Sister! What did the man do?"

SL: "The only logical thing to do. He pulled down his pants."

SM: "Oh, no! What happened then?"

SL: "Isn't it logical, Sister? A nun with her dress up can run
faster than man with his pants down."

Sank you, sank you, my pellow Naijurians por ze goodwill messages.

I want to sank you por not boting por me as fresident of ze Pederal
Refublic of Naijuria. But I received ze most imfortant botes prom
Fresident Obasanjo and INEC. Zis is why I have now been declared ze
 winner
of ze elections and ze fresident-elect of ze Pederal Refublic of
 Naijuria.
Nagode to Obasanjo and nagode to INEC, for zia beri beri imfortant
suffort.

Ze pirst task of my new gwament is to fray por feace and stability in
Naijuria. I will now ask all ze depeated fresidential candidates to
 join
me in a gwament of national unity. So I will bring back my priends like
Atiku, General Babangida and Buhari into my new gwament.

I sink Atiku will be good as ze new head of ze EFCC. Fresident Obasanjo
should not worry about my gwament frobing him, gaskiya, at least until
apter May 29. Babangida will be ze new minister por pinance, and Buhari
will be in charge of ze ministry of War Against Indiscifline.

My fipul, ze task bepore us is a great one, walahi talahi. I don't know
where to start, but I want to ashuwa you zat I will act in consultation
with all ze emirs and imams.

I am now going to Germany por treatment por exhaustion prom making zis
sfeech. I shall be back por ze swearing in ceremony, insha Allahu.

One Nigeria , one Fee-Di-Fee, Fower to ze fipul.

Umaru Yar'Adua

Little Diepriye came into the kitchen where his mother
was making dinner.
His birthday was coming up and he thought this was a
good time to tell his mother what he wanted.
"Mom , I want a bike for my birthday." Little Priye was
a bit of a troublemaker.
He had gotten into trouble at school and at home.
Priye's mother asked him if he thought he deserved to get a bike for his birthday. Little Priye , of course , thought he did.

Priye's mother wanted Priye to reflect on his behavior
over the last year.
"Go to your room , Priye , and think about how you have
behaved this year.

Then write a letter to God and tell him why you
deserve a bike for your birthday." Little Priye stomped up the steps to his room and sat down to write God a letter.

Letter 1
Dear God ,
I have been a very good boy this year and I would like
a bike for my birthday. I want a red one.
Your friend ,
Priye

Priye knew that this wasn't true. He had not been a
very good boy this year , so he tore up the letter and started over.

Letter 2
Dear God ,
This is your friend Priye. I have been a good boy this
year and I would like a red bike for my birthday.
Thank you.
Your friend Priye

Priye knew that this wasn't true either. So , he tore
up the letter and started again.

Letter 3
Dear God ,
I have been an "OK "boy this year. I still would
really like a bike for my birthday.
Priye

Priye knew he could not send this letter to God
either. So , Priye wrote a fourth letter.

Letter 4
God ,
I know I haven't been a good boy this year. I am very
sorry. I will be a good boy if you just send me a bike for my birthday.
Please!
Thank you ,
Priye

Priye knew, even if it was true , this letter was not
going to get him a bike.

Now , Priye was very upset. He went downstairs and told
his mom that he wanted to go to church. Priye's mother thought her
plan had worked , as Priye looked very sad.
"Just be home in time for dinner , " Priye's mother told him.


Priye walked down the street to the church on the corner.
Little Priye went into the church and up to the altar. He looked around to see if anyone was there. Priye bent down and picked up a statue of the Mary. He slipped the statue under his shirt and ran out of the church , down the street , into the house , and up to his room. He shut the door to his room and sat down with a piece of paper and a pen. Priye began to write his letter to God.

Letter 5
God ,
I'VE KIDNAPPED YOUR MAMA. IF YOU WANT TO SEE HER
AGAIN , SEND THE BIKE!!!!!!!! !!

The hit man.

Diepriye

How the company views its employees. (HE VS SHE)

                                           

1. The family picture is on HIS desk.

        Ah, a solid, responsible family man.

 

The family picture is on HER desk.

Umm, her family will come before her career.

 

 

2. HIS desk is cluttered.

       He's obviously a hard worker and a busy man.

 

 

      HER desk is cluttered.

      She's obviously a disorganized scatterbrain

 

3. HE is talking with his co-workers.

He must be discussing the latest deal

 

    SHE is talking with her co-workers.

        She must be gossiping.

 

4. HE's not at his desk.

        He must be at a meeting.

 

 

        SHE's not at her desk.

        She must be in the ladies' room.

 

5. HE's not in the office.

          He's meeting with customers.

 

 

            SHE's not in the office.

            She must be out shopping.

 

6. HE's having lunch with the boss.

              He's on his way up.

 

 

              SHE's having lunch with the boss.

They must be having an affair.

         

7. The boss criticised HIM.

  He'll improve his performance.

         

    The boss criticized HER.

    She'll be very upset.

       

   8. HE got an unfair deal.

    Did he get angry?

           

  SHE got an unfair deal.

  Did she cry?

 

 

9. HE's getting married.

    He'll get more settled.

 

    SHE's getting married.

  She'll get pregnant and leave.

 

 

10. HE's having a baby.

          He'll need a raise.

           

   SHE's having a baby.           

   She'll cost the company money in maternity benefits.

 

 
It was my first time ever
And I'll never forget
I'd do it again
Without a single regret.
The sky was dark
The moon was high
We were all alone
Just she and I.
Her hair was soft
Her eyes were blue
I knew just what
She wanted to do.
Her skin so soft
Her legs so fine
I ran my fingers
Down her spine.
I didn't know how
But I tried my best
I started by placing
My hands on her Bosom .
I remember my fear
My fast beating heart
But slowly she spread
Her legs apart.
And when I did it
I felt no shame 
All at once
The white stuff came.
At last it's finished
It's all over now
My first time ever..
.
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.
.
.
.
.
At milking a cow

The 1st Affair

A married man was having an affair

with  his secretary.

One day they went to her place

and made love all afternoon.

Exhausted, they fell asleep

and woke up at 8  PM.

The man hurriedly dressed

and told his lover to take his shoes

outside and rub them in the grass and dirt.

He put on his shoes and drove home.

'Where have you been?' his wife demanded.

'I can't lie to you,' he replied,

'I'm having an affair with my secretary.

We had sex all afternoon.'

She looked down at his shoes and said:

'You lying bastard!

You've been playing golf!'





The 2nd Affair

A middle-aged couple had two beautiful daughters   

but always talked about having a son. 

They decided to try one last time

for the son they always wanted.

The wife got pregnant

and  delivered a healthy baby boy.

The joyful father rushed to the nursery

to  see his new son.

He was horrified at the ugliest child

he had ever seen.

He told his wife:  'There's no way I can

be the father of this baby. 

Look  at the  two beautiful daughters I  fathered!

Have  you  been fooling around behind my back?'

The  wife smiled sweetly and replied:

'Not this time!'

   


The 3rd Affair

A mortician was working late one night.

He examined the body of Mr. Schwartz,

about  to be cremated,

and made a startling discovery.

Schwartz  had the largest private part

he had ever seen!

'I'm sorry Mr. Schwartz,' the mortician

commented, 'I can't allow you to be cre mated

with such an impressive private part.

It must be saved for posterity.'

So, he removed it,

stuffed it into his briefcase,

and took it home   

'I  have something to show

you won't believe,' he said to his wife,

opening his briefcase.

'My  God!' the wife exclaimed, 

'Schwartz is dead!'

                 


The  4th Affair

A  woman was in bed with her lover

when  she heard her husband

opening  the front door.

'Hurry,' she said, 'stand in the corner.'       

She  rubbed baby oil all over him,

then  dusted him with talcum powder.

'Don't  move until I tell you,'

she said, 'pretend you're a statue.'

'What's  this?' the husband inquired 

as he entered the room.

'Oh it's a statue,' she replied,

'the Smiths bought one and I liked it

so I got one for us, too.'

No more was said,

not even when they went to bed.

Around 2 AM the husband got up,

went to the kitchen and returned

with a sandwich and a beer.

'Here,' he said to the statue, have this.

I stood like that for two days at the Smiths

and nobody offered me a damned thing.'




The  5th Affair

A man walked into a cafe,

went to the bar and ordered a beer.

'Certainly, Sir, that'll be one cent.'

'One  Cent?' the man exclaimed.

He glanced at the menu and asked:

'How much for a nice juicy steak 

and a bottle of w ine?'

'A  nickel,' the barman  replied.

'A  nickel?' exclaimed the man.

'Where's the guy who owns this place?'

The  bartender replied:

'Upstairs, with my wife.'

The man asked: 'What's he doing upstairs

with your wife?'

The  bartender replied:

'The  same thing I'm doing

to his business down here.'




The  6th Affair

Jake was dying. His wife sat at the bedside.

He looked up and said weakly:   

'I have something I must confess.'

'There's no need to, 'his wife replied.

'No,' he insisted,

'I want to die in peace.

I slept with your sister, your best friend,   

her best friend, and your mother!'

'I know,' she replied,

'now just rest and let the poison work.'

 
 

IN MY GRAND`S SON GENERATION

take to the ABJ streets u`ll get one.

i dont need a soothsayer to tell me u are the lady.it was a one night stand uh?phyuk it and let go.