NewStats: 3,259,554 , 8,170,489 topics. Date: Sunday, 25 May 2025 at 02:49 PM 196j3g

nice one, I'm hard to impress, but I actually laughed, a little.... Keep it up.

This one is hot body..

What will you call commando in FUTMIN?

Dope, who shot this? Looking like some Clarence Peters ish.

so kylez is humble? good one.

seun, Lalasticlala, obinoscopy , FRONT PAGE!

MrJonny:
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My school's students ain't interested in that. Besides there's already 3places with softwares in the school.

Two years in nairaland prison is not a joke
Finally am am back... anyway,

Our School Motto was: Making Men out of Boys. It was a community school at the outskirts of the city. For the past 7 years before I ed form 1, only 3 students had made it to a university; by cheating the exams. Our discipline master, Mr. Philip Adams was a self-proclaimed Ganja man- an awkwardly tall man with a shaggy goatee. We had nicknamed him Phillipe, a name which he personally loved.

Ours was the only boys school north of the Niger.

Striking was part of term’s co-curricular activities. At the beginning of each term, the teachers would include two more weeks to the timetable to compensate the days expected to be lost due to strikes.

On Friday nights, everything else used to take place except reading. I at one time, the whole of form 4 class was suspended for a mass sneaking out of school. We basically used to strike to quench our dual-thirst for Local Brew and girls. The nearby slum apart from providing grade 1 Local Brew, also housed willing twilight girls. On reaching form 3, most of us would already be proud fathers of several kids across the street. In fact most Form 4’s used to be referred to as Baba Johnny, Baba Caro et al by form 1’s.

This excessive libido made the istration take a drastic but draconian action.

Out of evident wickedness and cruel mistreatment, the istration hatched a plan behind our backs. According to classified Intel which we later sniffed, the together with the school cooks entered into an evil collaboration. They schemed, without our consultation, to spice our food with herbal anaphrodisiacs.

Immediate results. It worked.

I noticed it almost immediately after taking lunch on Wednesday. Although I entered the Dining Hall on a standing ovation, by the time I cleared my plate “I” was hanging lifelessly. I kept it to myself.

On Thursdays, most of us used to trans-night until Friday morning; of course not reading, but moving across form 1 dorms soliciting funds for Friday Night escapades. We would only rest after raising sufficient funds for atleast three cups of local brew.

Alen was a funny character. He had repeated form 4 three times, each time disappearing at the third term, 2 days before the WASSCE (WAEC) exams.

It was Friday around 5 a.m. I heard him shouting his lungs out, standing at the dormitory’s entrance and screaming something about erecting. Most of us woke up to check on the hullabaloo.

The dormitories doors went open and sleepy ruffians ran to the center of the call. A size-able crowd gathered around Alen. Shaking his head like ripe Udala in the wind he motioned the crowd to calm down. He was in his Gucci boxers and a netted vest.

The guy was seemingly infuriated. Gasping fast he waved to the crowd, owning nous of an incumbent politician. The crowd was speedily swelling and soon the whole school was ‘in attendance’.

He started his speech: “Comrades, POWER! Comrades, POWER!” We all thundered in unison in response. He became excited. “Comrades, our manhood and fertility are in danger of extinction. I have confirmed that the cooks have been pouring paraffin, herbs and other paraphernalia in our meals to moderate our libido!”

NOOOOOOO!!! We all thundered.

“I will prove it. You know every day every man wakes up with an attention. A hard one. True?”

“Right now it is already morning, who among us has an Attention?”

We all dipped our hands in our pants to unearth the shocker . The damned things were cold, hanging and withered.

Pin drop silence. Heads shook.

Anger and embarrassment.

Add to the fact that it was Friday and the damned sagging thomases were expected to deliver later in the evening when we sneak out to meet the girls.

We did not wait for anybody to tell us what we should do. We ran into a rampage. We were running around the school, stoning everything with an appearance of glass. The cooks, aware of their portion, took off for their dear lives and left the pots boiling on their own.
Those interested in early morning jamboree, ateto their fill.

We broke the gate and proceeded out, heading home singing,” PHILLIPE MUST GO, ERECTIONS MUST COME!”

Anyway we went home. Everyone to their father's house of course. It was when I reached at our home's gate that it dawned on me that I will have an uphill task explaining to my no-nonsense father the reason for our strike!

Guess who's back...

Yeah.

You tried ooo

Trinxie:
Went out in distressed Jeans...he's in the airport

Yes, we know, the question is where is he headed to from the airport,

Answer :

Chisos, mbaka why?! OP wants to be "cunny" and enter FP

Mbaka why

Nigerians, always copying oyinbo pepper















*oyinbo pepper *

Blood flow to that region, its actually very good as it also exercises the muscles in the area.



















*runs from thread *

see as he dey with gemu!

This was on FP last week, so OP, try again later

#TeamBlogBusters, no need to click the link, see a thread on nairaland with the same content as the OP's source that I have already busted on nairaland ; https://nairaland.unblockandhide.com/2161893/apc-humiliated-today-mrayedee-twitter#30991827

Yes, 9th row counting from the bottom up

Let tinubus money blow like this all over Lagos tomorrow

PS : #TeamBlogBusters, this is the only pic at the source

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Airforce1:


Op
honestly I don't like your name

Change it please

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StealthyMe:
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Help Me ask buhari if aquafina bottle water is sold in london

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When it comes to Buhari’s health, seems things are much worse than previously thought After it was revealed on Friday that Buhari had snuck into the UK (enroute to the US) for medical reasons, APC panicked.

So yesterday morning, APC unleashed a propaganda blitzkrieg, claiming that contrary to what was stated about Buhari being in the hospital , actually hale, hearty and engaged in public activity.


We were told about two ‘secret’ events he allegedly attended, but he was missing from the one public event he was scheduled to attend, and was instead represented by his wife and youngest daughter.


With notable APC stalwarts and propaganda channels leading the charge, we were deceived into thinking Buhari met with Tony Blair yesterday, he hadn’t. We had naively given them the benefit of doubt:

We were also fed the line that Buhari had granted an interview to a Local TV Show, ‘All Eyes on Africa’


Problem is, just like we were lied to about the Blair meeting, we were lied to about the TV Show as well. Here’s why:

He was allegedly interviewed by , Kemi Fadojutimi, for ‘All Eyes on Africa TV Show.’

Firstly, Kemi & her show are based in Maryland USA, not London, UK.


Secondly, Kemi is involved with APC politics, even going as far as presenting ‘awards’ to APC stalwarts like Rauf Aregbesola, so not a secret where her sympathies lie. She’s biased, a political operative, not a neutral journalist.


Thirdly, the interview took place at the Transcorp Hilton, Abuja during Kemi’s Nigeria visit. Here is a picture of the ‘King Ambassador Suite’ taken from the Hilton website and a picture of the room where Buhari was interviewed:

A casual observation indicates that contrary to APC’s claims that Buhari was interviewed in London, he was actually interviewed in a ‘King Ambassador Suite’ at the Transcop Hilton, Abuja. One merely needs to look at:

The ridges of the coffee table:


The Design of the Couch:

The Side Tables by the Couch

The Two Picture Frames positioned over the Couch

The design of the carpet:


and for the Coup de grâce, the bottle of Aquafina.



Here are both pics with these similarities pointed out.

Of course Buhari acolytes will claim the interview was conducted in London, sometime in the last 48 hours, forgetting that though many Nigerians were born at night, none who shall be voting were born last night. Just as well, since at this point, most Nigerians know APC as a party and those who defend it specialize in blatant lies.

At this point in time, let me reiterate, we all wish Buhari a speedy recovery, however, since he is running for President, we deserve to know the truth about his medical condition.

Thank you for reading. God Bless You and God Bless Nigeria