OHHHHH tru, i was astonished thought you ate all of those sambusaas all by urself... I was gonna say you go boy

Originally posted by Miskiin-Macruuf-Aqiyaar: Even kuwa sameeyo sambuuska ma cunaan. Maanta ayaa 15 pieces of sambuus iyo 20 pieces of bursaliid kasoo gadaaye at almost afur time. They were setting their own table for their own afur. Guess what ee miiska saaranayeen? Qaro, qudaar, mirooyin, qudaar kale iyo mirooyin kale kala nooc ah again, biyo qaboob -- all healthy stuff. Ileen iyagaa wax caafimaad leh kaa og. How many Sambusi do u eat ? you dont have to answer this Q if you dont feel comfortable but i'm just wondering how many sambusiiz do the avarage male wolf down

mmmm that sounds delicious, very healthy too ME LIKE IT

I'm not talking about a simple exchange of heated words, I'm exactly speaking of throwing hands. Have you ever gotten into a physical altercation with a friend? Did it end you all's friendship or are you all still cool til this day and sit back and laugh on the entire situation? What was the reason for the altercation?

Pads are uncomfortable i dont like em , i wanna switch to tampoons but lakiin am scared of tampoons i heard they break your virginity

Anyone here uses tampons? I am going to try Tampax Pearl, are they any good? Has anyone had any bad experiences using tampons?

m'excuser, monsieur la porte est comme ça, merci

l'homme français je pense qu'ils sont très chauds et romantiques et je pleurniche l'attente pour obtenir mes mains sur eux et une fois je fais je donnerai un coup de pied leur âne leur alors gifle les dur et fait les crier mon nom oh condamne ce que j'a fait dit juste heehehhehe, cela était un gens de plaisanterie

((welcome to the isku dhexkaris land ,,,)) LOOOOOL...... :eek: Yeaaahh :rolleyes: WAeva....

a bit of both igaa dheeh

Shekaa jacelkkaa benta maa dhaftii.... jaceel waax maaka ogiid eehh loool

LOOOL@helping her count the coupons....Ur kind :rolleyes: Thanx btw i lurrrve it too.. its such a sweet song everytime i hear that song it makes my heart melt walle mashallah

You ever been there? In a checkout line in the supermarket and the lady in front of you who has just about finish checking her cart-full of groceries, then pops out a garbage bag of coupons; thereby slowing down the already dreadfully slow process? Doesn't this irritate you?? :mad:

In that place between wakefulness and dreams, I found myself in a room. There were no distinguishing features save for the one wall covered with small index card files. They were like the ones in libraries that list titles by author or subject in alphabetical order. But these files, which stretched from floor to ceiling and seemingly endlessly in either direction, had very different headings. As I drew near the wall of files, the first to catch my attention was one that read "People I Have Liked". I opened it and began flipping through the cards. I quickly shut it, shocked to realize that I recognized the names written on each one. And then without being told, I knew exactly where I was. This lifeless room with its small files was a crude catalog system for my life. Here were written the actions of my every moment, big and small, in a detail my memory couldn't match. A sense of wonder and curiosity, coupled with horror, stirred within me as I began randomly opening files and exploring their content. Some brought joy and sweet memories; others a sense of shame and regret so intense that I would look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching. A file named "Friends" was next to one marked "Friends I Have Betrayed". The titles ranged from the mundane to the outright weird. "Books I Have Read", "Lies I Have Told", "Comfort I Have Given", "Jokes I Have Laughed At". Some were almost hilarious in their exactness: "Things I've Yelled at My Brothers." Others I couldn't laugh at: "Things I Have Done in My Anger", "Things I Have Muttered Under My Breath at My Parents". I never ceased to be surprised by the contents. Often there were many more cards than I expected. Sometimes fewer than I hoped. I was overwhelmed by the sheer volume of the life I had lived. Could it be possible that I had the time in my 30 years to write each of these thousands or even millions of cards? But each card confirmed this truth. Each was written in my own handwriting. Each signed with my signature. When I pulled out the file marked "Songs I Have Listened To", I realized the files grew to contain their contents. The cards were packed tightly, and yet after two or three yards, I hadn't found the end of the file. I shut it, shamed, not so much by the quality of music, but more by the vast amount of time I knew that file represented. When I came to a file marked "Lustful Thoughts", I felt a chill run through my body. I pulled the file out only an inch, not willing to test its size, and drew out a card. I shuddered at its detailed content. I felt sick to think that such a moment had been recorded. An almost animal rage broke on me. One thought dominated my mind: "No one must ever see these cards! No one must ever see this room! I have to destroy them!" In an insane frenzy I yanked the file out. Its size didn't matter now. I had to empty it and burn the cards. But as I took it at one end and began pounding it on the floor, I could not dislodge a single card. I became desperate and pulled out a card, only to find it as strong as steel when I tried to tear it. Defeated and utterly helpless, I returned the file to its slot. Leaning my forehead against the wall, I let out a long, self-pitying sigh. And then I saw it. The title bore "People that I Have Taught About Allah". The handle was brighter than those around it, newer, almost unused. I pulled on its handle and a small box not more than three inches long fell into my hands. I could count the cards it contained on one hand. And then the tears came. I began to weep. Sobs so deep that the hurt started in my stomach and shook through me. I fell on my knees and cried. I cried out of shame, from the overwhelming shame of it all. The rows of file shelves swirled in my tear-filled eyes. No one must ever, ever know of this room. I must lock it up and hide the key. :confused:

OHH PUT A SOCK IN IT WARYA WHY COMPLAIN NW U LET HER USE U AT THE FIRST PLACE ADIGABAA QOOQAS BAARTEEY

hey one man gang DUDE the thing is i neva fuked wit him b4 oky so dnt say he left me bcoz wuu igaa dameesta it aint like that all, doqonka left bcoz he couldnt get anything out of me Ya heard anyways Yu, jst another doqon for doing such a harsh thing to that girl Too many ****** nw adays

somalians are no way near as pretty as ethiopians

lool @ castro Yu Rite Ur Advice was surpurb much appreaciated thanx cheerz

hey guys thnx for ur advice it was helpful noe i why he has ben treatin me lyke diz coz i askd him wasup n he confronted me dat we hve ben to together for a long tyme nw and he said dat he ws sik of pretending to b in love n al dat bt al he wantd for the past five yrs ws to get under ma pants.guys are so pigs sumtymes. Ahhh WEll life goes on :rolleyes:

hy sol peepz am new here and i was jst needing ur advice here goes my problem There is this guy that ive been wit for nearly 5 years nw we started seeing eachotha wen were 15 years old, and we love each otha very much, lately his been acting weird, he doesnt wana talk or see eachotha weneva i call him hs making up excuses dat he cnt talk cos he has something to do and all. It feels like he doesnt want me anymore :confused: He used to call me nearly every nite bt for the past few weeks he hasnt contacted me nt even once am starting to loose it. What do yall think i should do ???? ur help needed if u cn gve any thanx