I am glad i don't live there, not a day goes by without having to hear a stabbing, shooting or an assault.

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Loooolz @ Layla Hendryx. This ugly hutu girl changed her last name to a kuffar name. what a lowlife.garad13 wrote:Somalis have the juice in Toronto right now![]()
Damn! Looks like he got stomped pretty bad. Hope skinny fellow survives.jamal9 wrote:
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AmiinVeiledGarbasar wrote:^^^ how sad wallahi. Ilahaay haa soo hanuuniyo. Amiin.
garad13 wrote:Somalis have the juice in Toronto right now![]()
1.he allegedly got beaten up by other Somalis.most of the murders and drive-bus are committed by Somalis against other Somalis.gegiroor wrote:garad13 wrote:Somalis have the juice in Toronto right now![]()
These Somali boys need to eat beef, corn, and hit the gym. They're getting beat up 'cause they aint got no biceps. One can't be a soft nigga and at the same time wanna be a gangsta. They can't have both ways!
I remember working in this building when I was a much younger guy, and this Portuguese kid - who used to call this poor Caribbean guy a 'nigga' - saw me taking a late lunch in a cafeteria. That a/hole came at me, stating "what are you doing this time here, you madafaka, nigga". I've had enough already on how they treated that poor Caribbean black guy, and this was the trigger that I needed. I went right at him and beat the shit out of him to the point where the skin came out of the left side of his face.
It was a government building, so he ran to the military police, bleeding and telling them that I attacked him for no reason. Luckily, the witnesses couldn't confirm who started the fight, and there was no camera in the cafeteria, so I wasn't charged. I was told to stay clear from him.
Now, f/ck those Somali boys who want to be gangsters when they are too soft. They need to change the diet and hit the gym, or quit this whole gangsta obsession. They are getting beat up like there's no tomorrow. Looking at the wrong lifestyle that they've chosen, either they need to fit in with what it takes to be there, or they need to come back and be a normal kids who go too school with a promising future. I hope and pray they choose the latter.