For the past few weeks, I’ve been meaning to put up a post but I have succeeded in failing, and that’s why I’m here to report.
It is no fault of mine, blame RIM (Research In Motion), it’s entirely their fault. I’ve been doing just fine with my ordinary make call, receive call, send text, receive text phones until I went and got me a blackberry.
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The blackberry is serving the purpose for which it was procured, & more. The ‘more’ is both negative & positive. However, I am not here to report myself that I now have porn right there in my hand for the viewing pleasures of me & others *SMH*
I had refused to use my bb for more than its originally intended use, because of its seeming anti-social nature until I got invited to this group. I have been on others before, some I was silent, some I wasn’t, and others I lasted a day or two before leaving, but this group has got me hooked.
This group I speak about is actually nothing so fantastic, started out as a joke but has become like a virtual big brother house, & now it has gotten me addicted such that I now take my charger to work because before the end of my lunch break my battery has run out.
Now, besides the joviality and the many great laughs I have on this group, there are some prospects of getting a shag, or 2, but I’m not sure I want to tow that line, just yet. Especially because most of the girls there are just bloody cockteasers & I would rather fuck someone with a brain I can pick, & not some over-zealous third year university student decked with N95,000 lace-wig & looks like Donna Summer (LMAO, bad belle sha) these babes are HOTT sha *wink*
Long thing, a writer always has more conversation than a chatter. Quote me & sue me if you like. I would rather try to shag a blogger instead; now, you didn’t hear that
Ok, enough said, I undertake to give my bloggers more attention than be carried away by the flighty fantasies of a blackberry group.
