"Basra-- so nice to see you" She cried as she extended her chubby, fatty, postulating arms or limbs. She hugged me tight, as I took a moment to glaze at her living room, which was untidy and disgusting. Fast food packages every where, a very ugly cat--sitting on the corner of the kitchen entrance door, watching me and deciding whether to hurt me or not, depending if she perceives I am hurting her mama.
"Come in Basra-- have a sit down" she walked me through the trash and to her worn out sofa with comfy typical English mosaic clothes covered over it. I was skeptical to sit on the filth, so I gave a superficial respond as to why I cannot sit.
"NO, dear, i cannot sit. my girlfriends are waiting for me in the car. I have come to invite u to a wedding. Its a Habar Yonis wedding with an abgaal"
"Istaqfurulaah. An Abgaal aah>? What a mix? Who is the groom?" Jasmine asked as she started scratching her stomach and then her vagina."
"Ufff" I whispered to myself and then started walking towards the door as i was speaking of course.
"The wedding is between Geo and his reer abti bride. U know-- Geo is half abgaal right?"
"I thought Geo was Marehaan" Jasmine asked in a surprised tone as she followed me.
"Well, we really don't know what he is--last year he told us he is Xawadley, this year he is Habar Yonis, we just have to go by what he says. But for sure we know his reer abti are abgaal"
"I see. Still, what does one wear in a half population abgaal wedding? Asked the sweet faced fat girl.
"Well, you are representing Habar yonis, so i would expect u to wear a new, fashionable dhirac. (albeit an extra large one, in my whispering breath) I have fears bright yellow guunitinos will be rampant in the wedding. Just try to avoid being recorded in the camera next to these yahoos, and never allow a photo taken by one of them! " I answered as i almost stepped out of the door.
As we stepped out the door two other fat girls were coming in. Agent and Tuushi. Tuushi had a round fat head with very chubby cheeks, with large evil eyes that stare through your soul. While agent had a large square head with balding soft sri lanka hair. Her eyes were not so much evilish but depressed and in need of an electro shock machine. I felt sorry for Agent, as a fat woman who is balding it is not very conducive to a nature already prone to depression and low self esteem. Both did not greet me with affectionate pleasantry that i am used to. I guess they are not as sweet as Jasmine, even though they are much more mannered than jasmine in the arena of scratching thy self.
Both of the fat girls looked at me in disgust as i faked my excitement to see them. They passed by me and entered the home while myself and Jasmine stood there in awkward disbelief.
I decline a good bye hug and bid my host a distant wave Farewell. As i was walking away-- i could have sworn i heard a thunderous loud sounds emanating from the sweet chubby faced Jasmine, the sound, sounded like an oppressed farting/dhuuso. I walked quacking quick before the toxin air reached me.
U sound like a wounded little squirrel! 
I get orgasm reading this critical essays. 