It's Me Scumbag
Elder Lister
The village elder...
AoB 12rd, Nothemba, 20201
- Thread starter Meria
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It's Me Scumbag
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Another one...
It's Me Scumbag
Elder Lister
Maisha Kenya ni ngumu...hii supermarket ni gani @The.Black.Templar ?
Kasaman
Elder Lister
Morning glory ya mama muriithi !
Haichezi
It's Me Scumbag
Elder Lister
Jaribu sasa
Elgin
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mzeiya
Elder Lister
Oh shait. Any more details?
Aviator
Elder Lister
Naona Leo mmeniamulia.
Whose goat have I eaten?
weka downloadable version priss!
Aviator
Elder Lister
Cellulite
Mwalimu-G
Elder Lister
Nini inaendelea hapa Afande?
Aviator
Elder Lister
Nameless
Elder Lister
Swaff. Tulisema mecho ikioshwa, bora anonymity ya mwenye 'goods' isitizwe
Armin
Lister
thought it was mombatha
Armin
Lister
Please remove moderation to my posts. Or what's the grace period for this?
Mwalimu-G
Elder Lister
Paddy got some bad news…
November 11, 2021
An Irishman named Paddy got a call from his doctor. “I’ve some bad news for you… you have cancer and it can’t be cured. I’d give you two weeks to a month.”
Paddy, shocked and saddened by the news, managed to compose himself. He saw his son who had been waiting. Paddy said, “Son, we Irish celebrate when things are good and celebrate when things don’t go so well. In this case, things aren’t so well. I have cancer and I’ve been given a short time to live. Let’s head for the pub and have a few pints.”
After three or four pints the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more beers. They were eventually approached by some of Paddy’s old friends who asked what the two were celebrating. Paddy told them that the Irish celebrate the good and the bad… he went on to tell them that they were drinking to his impending end. He told his friends, “I’ve only got a few weeks to live as I have been diagnosed with AIDS.” The friends gave Paddy their condolences and they had a couple more beers.
After his friends left, Paddy’s son leaned over and whispered, “Dad, I thought you said that you were dying from cancer. You just told your friends that you were dying from AIDS!”
Paddy said,”I am dying from cancer, son, I just don’t want any of them sleeping with your mother after I’m gone.”
November 11, 2021
An Irishman named Paddy got a call from his doctor. “I’ve some bad news for you… you have cancer and it can’t be cured. I’d give you two weeks to a month.”
Paddy, shocked and saddened by the news, managed to compose himself. He saw his son who had been waiting. Paddy said, “Son, we Irish celebrate when things are good and celebrate when things don’t go so well. In this case, things aren’t so well. I have cancer and I’ve been given a short time to live. Let’s head for the pub and have a few pints.”
After three or four pints the two were feeling a little less somber. There were some laughs and more beers. They were eventually approached by some of Paddy’s old friends who asked what the two were celebrating. Paddy told them that the Irish celebrate the good and the bad… he went on to tell them that they were drinking to his impending end. He told his friends, “I’ve only got a few weeks to live as I have been diagnosed with AIDS.” The friends gave Paddy their condolences and they had a couple more beers.
After his friends left, Paddy’s son leaned over and whispered, “Dad, I thought you said that you were dying from cancer. You just told your friends that you were dying from AIDS!”
Paddy said,”I am dying from cancer, son, I just don’t want any of them sleeping with your mother after I’m gone.”