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@pop in Kuja na latest counter for this.


I know she's a senator but she is just a replica of a typical one in the other house.



 
Mongrel said:
Ni kamrembo
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Beauty is in the brains and how you perceive, extrapolate yourself... On various issues. A woman can be beautiful but up there she's just plain.

No agenda, no polices(especially for her), no nothing.

Next time try to be objective in your general line of thought.

Bado niko Gitaru.

I will be available as from Thursday.

Utanipata Hapo stage ya kwenda 'Ruguru'

I will borrow a spade kwa wale kamjesh wa mchanga.

However, you can come with your spade as a paraphernalia.. Ama nikwombee for a fee.

Keep time.
 
QuadroK4000 said:
Beauty is in the brains and how you perceive, extrapolate yourself... On various issues. A woman can be beautiful but up there she's just plain.

No agenda, no polices(especially for her), no nothing.

Next time try to be objective in your general line of thought.

Bado niko Gitaru.

I will be available as from Thursday.

Utanipata Hapo stage ya kwenda 'Ruguru'

I will borrow a spade kwa wale kamjesh wa mchanga.

However, you can come with your spade as a paraphernalia.. Ama nikwombee for a fee.

Keep time.
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Horanaix2(spelling) ciana cia Ngai? @Mwalimu-Njagi as a muembu neiba Mama Mukundi once told warring young guys, huko kwetu East Kwa mabeast.
 
QuadroK4000 said:
Beauty is in the brains and how you perceive, extrapolate yourself... On various issues. A woman can be beautiful but up there she's just plain.

No agenda, no polices(especially for her), no nothing.

Next time try to be objective in your general line of thought.

Bado niko Gitaru.

I will be available as from Thursday.

Utanipata Hapo stage ya kwenda 'Ruguru'

I will borrow a spade kwa wale kamjesh wa mchanga.

However, you can come with your spade as a paraphernalia.. Ama nikwombee for a fee.

Keep time.
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You know what kamagera?I don't give a damn about your Idea of beauty ,.when the lass talks it's like melodious music wafting into my ears
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts, and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.


No Nightingale did ever chaunt
So sweetly to reposing bands
Of Travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian Sands:
No sweeter voice was ever heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.




Will no one tell me what she sings?
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again!


Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;—
I listened till I had my fill:
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more, NB I can kick your ass to oblivion if I feel like it
 
Mongrel said:
You know what kamagera?I don't give a damn about your Idea of beauty ,.when the lass talks it's like melodious music wafting into my ears
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts, and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.


No Nightingale did ever chaunt
So sweetly to reposing bands
Of Travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian Sands:
No sweeter voice was ever heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.




Will no one tell me what she sings?
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again!


Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;—
I listened till I had my fill:
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more, NB I can kick your ass to oblivion if I feel like it
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The beast simps!
 
Mongrel said:
You know what kamagera?I don't give a damn about your Idea of beauty ,.when the lass talks it's like melodious music wafting into my ears
Behold her, single in the field,
Yon solitary Highland Lass!
Reaping and singing by herself;
Stop here, or gently pass!
Alone she cuts, and binds the grain,
And sings a melancholy strain;
O listen! for the Vale profound
Is overflowing with the sound.


No Nightingale did ever chaunt
So sweetly to reposing bands
Of Travellers in some shady haunt,
Among Arabian Sands:
No sweeter voice was ever heard
In spring-time from the Cuckoo-bird,
Breaking the silence of the seas
Among the farthest Hebrides.




Will no one tell me what she sings?
Perhaps the plaintive numbers flow
For old, unhappy, far-off things,
And battles long ago:
Or is it some more humble lay,
Familiar matter of to-day?
Some natural sorrow, loss, or pain,
That has been, and may be again!


Whate'er the theme, the Maiden sang
As if her song could have no ending;
I saw her singing at her work,
And o'er the sickle bending;—
I listened till I had my fill:
And, as I mounted up the hill,
The music in my heart I bore,
Long after it was heard no more, NB I can kick your ass to oblivion if I feel like it
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Those paragraphs don't count. As I said earlier on.... Objectivity bro.

You are a very bright person, so I would expect you to be objective, point out nonsense and be honest about the things that you perceive that are wrong.

That is called leadership.
 
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