It's Facebook

That's why i haven't been updating my Blog. That nosy application that never seem to be able to make any money for the developer, has somehow managed to take me away from my Internet Mistress. No not Buffie the Body, dumbass!!!! Blogger.

And all of ya'll that read my Blog and show up on FB trying to add me, i don't know you like that haba! I have about 75 friend request pending and i have no idea who this peeps are. There's one dude that looks like the love child of Segun Arinze and Eucharia whatsherface. Seriously, i had nightmares. At least put up a little note saying blah blah from Blogger. I probably still won't add you as my friend except you're cute mami and have a Lollipop fixation, you like sweet things...not in a bad way. But you sha get the gist.
I'm just trying to get Psychos off my case. Please understand. I've been through too much, and I've only just survived a Stalker experience.

Long Story. Involves an after hours drink at Swe Bar with a friend of mine Surrey-Girl, and her friend that i just met who looked like she started getting dressed just as Nepa took light. I mean some jenifa combinasion of slifa and green, and she spoke with a mixture of Urhobo and Australian accent.And just as i thought it couldn't get any worse, another were girl that accosted me on the way to the bathroom with her Business card, who turned out to be a Cele Church going, Candle burning Psychopath. No, she was not wearing a white garment that day. The story long i no fit talk am here and now.

My cable company has lost the rights to show Premiership footie for a couple years now, and this season they've just lost the bid for broadcasting Champions League.
So, now i'm forced to watch El Mustachios prancing around la liga with their newest hair spray pansy Christiano Ronaldo.
Or watch Huddersfield play Coventry in the FA Cup Yawn...
Or watch Big brother Africa, filled with only Guys with no babes in the house yet, and if and when the girls show up, there ain't no shower hour.
Just watch a bunch of low lifes for picking their noses on live television. I think not. Thank you very much. Looks like a good time to read for that exam.

Isoko, i miss you come back to Lagos. Kes where the heck are you? They've since invented a device called a mobile phone. You don't have to haul a Pager around no more. lol Hola!
Dennar, I've updated so stop stressing me or else I'll spill all your dirty secrets to your Wife.
That's burnt dinners for a year. Yup! I'm evil!!!!!!
Relax mate, just kidding. Everybody else Hola!