you know chatting up some little boys, telling them I looked like the Somali version of beyonce but without the forehead and the suugo stains on my diraac im classy the little boy, thought I was blessed with looks which i am the poor fool he would never have guessed im his bloody next door neighbour the girl next door the girl that taugh his mother how to make pan cakes the same girl that used to baby sit him when his mother went to weddings looking for his third new daddy nacaas the same girl, that's close friend's with his older sister bloody nacaas I needed bigger fish to fry I went to college, all my friends where there, these girls are seriously annoying me
all they do is chat sh!t about soo and soo and soo and soo these b!tches have no lifes, what soo ever come on even I have a better life then them even though I miss lead little boys on msn their little brothers making them think im their dream girl and soo and soo anywhoo I went into my gcse maths class uff I bloody hate maths Ive been retaking that sh!t for about 3 years now ufff and I still cant get pasted my 6 times table it isn't like you can uff anywho my maths class is packed with fufu's and bidda's
and this fool that always sits next to me high 247 offered me some real ganja sh!t to get high with only if I passed him my friends phone number uff that b!tch doesn't mean sh!t to me soo I exchanged her number for some weed I was about to chew it, cos it looked like qaad im the local chew head in my area
from the age of 11 I've been chewing with the old war lord's, them old gangter's now how to hustle and chew I would wash their suits for them and in exchange they would give me some qaad I even won the chewing competition in my local marfish, 12 bags of jaad, in 20 mintues, I was wake for four days straight I had to get my stomach pumped straight after I got it pumped I went back and started chewing even that couldn't stop me but now I chew with the single mothers, I even chew with a few of the somalinet members mother's anywhoo the yardi rolled it up for me, because I looked confused 
I took the ganja that yardi gave me and I went straight up to my bedroom to smoke it
i was high in two puffs i changed into my grandmother's diraac's and i went outside i started running up and down my road, with my diraac covering my head the feeling i got that day, was unexplainable, it was absolutely magnificent, from then on, out went the qaad in came the ganja Girl's I advise you all to smoke that, It makes you cook and clean better
