"AttentioN! Attention ! I thank you all for coming. I am here to just gather some educational information as to an experiment i am conducting" Mystic spoke as she smiled sweetly and her audience, listening attentively. Each audience stood up to exclaim their version of beauty.
A short man of lazy beaingness stood up with the aide of a walking stick. His hair was unkept, such like that of charles dickens. He had a large prodigious moustaches that looked intimidating than macho. His chest odly not wide and not broad, it was narrow, and had two pointy man boobs.It was disgusting. His belly was protruding and obviously bespoke--lots of baasto consuption. This seemingly harmless gentleman spoke finally with a voice so soft--- and authentically somaliishh-- that a certain crazy female named Basra was sweating with orgasm in the middle of the audience. This man spoke his version of beauty......
"for me the beauty is the conduct, respect and akhlaaq.
some one doesnt have akhlaaq , on dadka la daqmi karin, that person is ugly, doesnt matter how they look."
Upon hearing this---the crazy female named Basra in the audience fainted out of being sexually moved. But before she fainted, she cried out the name of the man who spoke those beautiful eclactic--- "Akhlaaq" derivation......
"Oh Hyperactive---macaannn.......kiss me please"
And down the pathetic idiot Basra fell and dutifully fainted. Meanwhile, mystic was jotting down some notes on what hyper was saying. Who new-- mystic secret mission was to find who could love her for who she is now, not who she was before. But first she had to get rid of her competition: Basra.
PS: Should i continue?
