small entertainment!
Posted: Mon Dec 05, 2005 11:18 am
The nice peaceful village of Somalinet this weekend observed a two day celebration for Tranquility! The infamously feared vixen was not in the mix to disturb their eternal, blissful peace.Garad Above all enjoyed it tremendously.HE was a pleasant skinny looking, typical Farah- with exergerated shinny forehead,small broad nose, perfect white teeth & a jareer hair to honor his hawiya maternal ancestral lineanage.He was also the chief of Somalinet-always larking in the corners of it- with his omnipresent multiple, conspicuous names.He governed his village with less difficulties & haven't really tackled a major trouble other than the overwhelming complaints people gave of the vixen.The vixen was a fantastically beautiful capital knock out, a tall 5'9 slender femme fatale- with deep dark large eyes, deep dark eye brows &larshes.Her name was naturally Basra.
Garad's was in his 20's but was the laziest of all chiefs;he no signs of youthfulness other than his face & age.He cherished his little intervals of naps & look greatly forward to sleeping on his --barchelor uncomfortable bed every night.This very weekend was a gathering of celebration- to mark a day where society of Somalinet will exist in the absence of this deelpy hated but secretly love Basra.Many were in the midst.ERITREAN_MOB_BOSS in his full atire black suit--with a walking caine & a pimp hat, worn down on his left side of his long face,--walking in air of some ghetto fabulous Grandiosity.Chris--a nice little depressed thin, pale looking Xalimo sat there waxing her ears.Otali a fat --richly dressed Abgaal---arrived --giving out brochures on attending the local--abgaal economy summit.Michael in his shaggy--irish dread locks was smoking something vulgar smelling.Goodnews seated in a yoga format--closing his eyes--while holding burning candles--he was praying for peace & also--the arrival of Costa--so that he may ask him if he saw his Egyptian nefertiti!The Screw sat sillently in the corner---keeping his own promise to remain anti social the entire evening; a man of his promise indeed.Just passin--- was smoking while rapping some lyrics; he recently fathered a child with a fat, ogre looking scandanavian farm girl & feeling stressed.All this peacefulness--was pleasing Garad-- the chief--- thanking every minute that Basra-- the vixen was not there.Even asking the village female Priest--Somalisis---to pray with him.Somalisis--as always obliged & asked to bow heads.She was wearing a nice Burkah & covered her entire body.Only her large dark eyes & deep dark eye brows & larshes were visible.Suddenly---Kamal--came into the room acompanied by Enrique iglesias---& he was singling ---the popular song--Hero!
The Vixen Basra could not be polite anymore, she could not hide no more- she must come out; she had to free herself for the sake of Enrique! She tore into peace the hot--suffocating burkah & cried---
"I am not Somalisis-- to hell with this pretending--- I want my Enqique Iglesiiiiaaaas"
As she ran to embrace him-- & Iglesiaas---naturally ---in turn carried her away--into the sunset of a monday!!!
Garad's was in his 20's but was the laziest of all chiefs;he no signs of youthfulness other than his face & age.He cherished his little intervals of naps & look greatly forward to sleeping on his --barchelor uncomfortable bed every night.This very weekend was a gathering of celebration- to mark a day where society of Somalinet will exist in the absence of this deelpy hated but secretly love Basra.Many were in the midst.ERITREAN_MOB_BOSS in his full atire black suit--with a walking caine & a pimp hat, worn down on his left side of his long face,--walking in air of some ghetto fabulous Grandiosity.Chris--a nice little depressed thin, pale looking Xalimo sat there waxing her ears.Otali a fat --richly dressed Abgaal---arrived --giving out brochures on attending the local--abgaal economy summit.Michael in his shaggy--irish dread locks was smoking something vulgar smelling.Goodnews seated in a yoga format--closing his eyes--while holding burning candles--he was praying for peace & also--the arrival of Costa--so that he may ask him if he saw his Egyptian nefertiti!The Screw sat sillently in the corner---keeping his own promise to remain anti social the entire evening; a man of his promise indeed.Just passin--- was smoking while rapping some lyrics; he recently fathered a child with a fat, ogre looking scandanavian farm girl & feeling stressed.All this peacefulness--was pleasing Garad-- the chief--- thanking every minute that Basra-- the vixen was not there.Even asking the village female Priest--Somalisis---to pray with him.Somalisis--as always obliged & asked to bow heads.She was wearing a nice Burkah & covered her entire body.Only her large dark eyes & deep dark eye brows & larshes were visible.Suddenly---Kamal--came into the room acompanied by Enrique iglesias---& he was singling ---the popular song--Hero!
The Vixen Basra could not be polite anymore, she could not hide no more- she must come out; she had to free herself for the sake of Enrique! She tore into peace the hot--suffocating burkah & cried---
"I am not Somalisis-- to hell with this pretending--- I want my Enqique Iglesiiiiaaaas"
As she ran to embrace him-- & Iglesiaas---naturally ---in turn carried her away--into the sunset of a monday!!!
that's the typical Habar i know