^ If he pays £50k for the wedding and decks the house out in Fadhi-carbeed and Italian furniture worth £20k, he'll probably be entitled to call her nayaa. I think that's the rule.

Fascinating...*checks her nails* :rolleyes:

One lucky daughter then. Sheh: I wish u an old diin-loving prune. *Smirks*

D-yeer: Yeah, how dare she? Monkey-slap her! Yahoo: Your miscommunications are in safe hands as I'm a highly trained interpreter. Moving on, that advert is not well-placed in this thread. Not at all. As D-yeer alluded to, no xalimo in her right mind would consider shacking up with such a woefully house-trained faarax as you. But all is not lost, if you put me in charge of your account, I'll spearhead a superb campaign that will net you the crème de la crème of xaliimos. Guaranteed!

Bummer. Yahoo, I'm completely crushed. That was my one and only chance of getting to live with (and clean for) many men. Urgh! D-yeer, What he wrote is that your suggestions have been noted, although they all suck. He thinks the best route may be through trapping a young woman to do the work for them, via the marital bed, of course. Faarax is getting very strategic.

Decluttering = Good first step. What next? There's the dust, the dirty floors and carpets, the skanky yellow toilet seat and the minging kitchen counters (to name but a few) still left to do... A clutter-free house is by no means a clean house. And you don't need to be a girl to know the difference. Yahoo: I see lots of 'birds' in your post. Two words dear; Avian Flu. Steer clear! Oh and those two biddies from 'How Clean is your house' scare me witless. Walaahi.

Yahoo: A job and a man? A most generous offer! Unfortunately, I have to decline, as I have already reached my legal concubine quota. However, the thought of so many good brothers living in filth hurts, so I will be happy to pay for two of you to attend a 'Keeping your home in tip-top shape: Advanced cleaning and maintenance' class. Hopefully, you'll be able to domesticate the rest of the no-hopers in little time. Foxy:

^ He meant Kitchen. Yahoo, it's one of two things: 1)Someone isn't pulling their weight. The kitchen is used by too many people and not enough of them clean up after themselves. 2) You are a bunch of ill-trained, dirty housemates and no amount of cleaning 'rotas' will help. Solution: Club together and hire a cleaner to come in once/twice a wk.

^ Ahem..I'll make sure to take along a Kevlar suit and helmet. MMA, Waa maxay qosolka noocaas ahi? Wadh wadh. Some of us don't live in Toronto, ma garatay? We don't get a chance to see him perform live, markaa ha nagu jeesteen ee nadaa. :mad:

Bal sagagariintan eega? Faraha maad ka qaadaan K'naan ma gaadhi kartaane? Incidently, I just found out that I will be seeing him along with Damien Marley on Saturday 4th March at the Brixton Academy (I'A). That Athena is blessed - she managed to get tickets even tho the show is sold out!

^ And you look great in green. :rolleyes:

I would join her in the dole queue. Jobs come and go. Friends don't.

^ Wot, like an individual? You want him to join the below-the-knee-jersey-crew?

^ I agree. There you go. Jump for joy.

^ LoL @ 'It's nice'. It sounds horrible. Shehehe...yup.

FTP? 2 words: The Weather.

The old man likes pubescent girls and his money will ensure that he gets plenty. Lucky him that his society panders to him in such a way. I can't imagine how many parents must be chasing him with their 10-year-old daughters as we speak.

A mongrelized nation, dheh. I don't believe it.

Rehab? Wot's that? Shehehe: Anything between 1/4 - 2ltrs a day, depending on how needy I felt.

Ahem... Notice to Admin: Inbox needs to be cleared!

For the sake of my sanity, dear.

I wish I was one of the 29% living alone.

I see most of the rumours are about nin iyo naag meel lagu arkay. Typically Somali.

Oh look...its not enough that they are unemployed and educationally under-performing. Now they want to complain about the only thing expected of them; To satisfy their women. Walee faarax wax baa haysta.

Yeah. You heard! Get used to it. *Cracks the whip*