Yesterday I am in this queue at galitos with my friend waiting to be served. I check behind me and there is a lady giving me those looks “you look familiar". Immediately i turn my mind to restore itself to default settings because I know where and the circumstances we met in. I alert my friend too and he almost leaves the queue. Earlier during the day me and my friend had gone to Uchumi House 8th Floor, waiting for the lift, then when the lift opens its door, we find one Ninja inside alone. He bears the uniform of a security guard. The Ninja had just perfumed the whole lift with his fart, I mean from my small biology I can attest that he had fed on banana peels, matomoko smashed with unripe pumpkin. Its the type of fart that can produce bio gas.
so the Ninja alights at 7th floor and we are left alone playing hide and seek with our nasal cavities. 6th floor the lift opens and Four ladies enter. we are heading to ground floor. Now tell me how you will convince them that this is not your exhaust choking them? Fart has no signature…I can see them folding their noses, turning and looking at us.
I mean ladies instead of all this suspicion we can just sniff each other to proof our innocence. Do you know the bible says do not judge?
So thats where we met that lady behind me. I am sure she is so scared. she has the illusion that we are commercial farters. Relax girl this time no fui fui embarrassment… We have come in peace to eat and go home. To that security guy he should get a contract with Nairobi sewerage company.
what the fucck is this ?
:D:D Reminds me of a story I’ve narrated here before that I read in one of those “most embarrassing moments” newspaper columns. Nigga was alone in an elevator, then felt a strong urge to scratch his itchy balls. So he started scratching and the sensation was soo sweet mpaka he shut his eyes. Soon the elevator door opened and the guy met three college girls staring at him in shock, coz it looked like he’d been chocking the bishop. After hesitating kidogo, the ladies decided to get in, the four rode in awkward silence. When the nigga got to his floor and dashed out, all he could hear was the three ladies laughing like pokos.
Hata kama rusungu imekupiga chenga, I can attest to the blame game. Kwa kweli “fart” haina signature. 
Some people are of devil…
Some things are arranged by saitan
Nilikimbia kwenye huu Uzi nikifikiri no 'Mnyambuliko wa vitenzi
This was a nice laugh :D:D:D
My problem is with the morning fart that betrays you ukiww kwa mat asubuhi juu ya kukosa kudenki. Fecker just erupts kidogo tu unadhani hakatanuka…wueeeeeh! unapata kamejaza mat, madem wanangangana kufungua window na scarfs kwa mapua. hehehe. Hapo unajifanya uko busy browsing ktalk threads na kuweka sura ya kazi ndio mtu ajaribu kusema ngwe aseme kama yeye hashutagi
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Ata mm hungeniconvince…hakuna vile
o_Oo_Oo_Oo_O izah
Hakuna choo ilijengwa ya kushuta:D:D:rolleyes:
Safi lakini @stolen
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