The Curmudgeon Speaks

[Curmudgeon]

Name: Kibir Sanka U Saaran

Job: Archivist

Dating Status: Unfaithfully married.

Favourite Book: Foolish is the man who confines his love to one. As well try to limit your passions to a single beauty. Man is a creature so constructed that he must dip his bucket into many currents. The monagamist in all such things wars against human nature. Too many books, too many babes, too many sperm cells.

Political Affiliation: None stupid. Ideology is just a systematic way of misunderstanding the world.

Formative Experience: On one infernally hot evening when I had a good dinner under my belt washed down with a bottle of the finest Xamar whiskey to ever water mortal lips, I slipped on my napkin and struck my head against the dining table. In a deep state of unconsciousness I saw my ghost glide across the majestic currents of time capturing my life in episodic snapshots. In one disturbing scene I glimpsed my wife Brandy furiously copulating with a bald man. Since then, I've drank nothing but brandy.

Hobbies: Scuba diving. Time was when I suffered a near fatal encounter after drawing too close to an electric ray. The current which passed through me was so powerful that I hymned like an operatic swan of indeterminate gender. I recommend it.

What Occasions Your Visit: In a conversation about geopolitics a German colleague, unaware of my ethnicity, ventured some remark which drew a moral equivalence between Somalis and neolithic men. Anxious, I invited her out for dinner to debate and expand the frontiers of her knowledge. What followed was a predictably heated and passionate coupling. I don't know what happend to the debate.

Qabil: Steady waraa, that's a delicate question.

[qoraxeey]

Unfaithfully married


lol haye inoo waad

maxa ka wada waxaas

[Curmudgeon]

Waan ku sallaamay Walaal; magac macaan baad leedahay. As noted, man is a creature so designed that his libido will not allow itself to be caged in the confines of a single pair of thighs. 'Tis in the blood. Try to hold it down, box it up, and up it will spring one silent night to mount you like a bison. Call it a Freudian slip. Ma fahamte? Mise waa laguu sii jilciyaa?

[Curmudgeon]

Letters pour in from skirt-clutching girls demanding to know my age, for which I apologize for having left out.

Age: To be determined. Let me know the age of your optimal partner in vice before I play my hand dee.

[qoraxeey]

haye what ur other nick

hehe basra calooley

[Curmudgeon]

haye what ur other nick

hehe basra calooley

No other handle my sweet. Don't go in for that, but let me whisper a secret in your ear. Come closer ...

I may have possessed a former account before I departed this scene quite some time ago. Discouragingly, all the rascals raging across the forum appear to be relative newcomers. No sign of the great legends of Snet. What happened sugarplum? Did an asteroid strike?