Geel Jire, thanks for coming to my defence (very gentlemanly of you), but you dont need to put yourself in the line of cay, this dude has bullaacad for maskax (so that explains the overflowing verbal sewage ). It doesnt bother me.

^Except your two witty posts... they made me laugh at least.

^I didnt find any of it funny.

Originally posted by Abtigiis & Tolka: Serenity Pole sana! waan arkay wuxuu afnijaaska Tuujiye meeshan ka aqriyay!! Waxaasoo kale miyaa la ogolyahay horta here? Laakiin, waa NABSI! anigoon waxba ku oran ayaad shalay oo dhan Pscho moron ta ihaysay. Just because I wanted to joke with you! BTW, I am not comparing myself to any 'vulgar' dude out there. Just wanted to say you were harsh on me! My insults were nothing compared to you referring to me as if I was an object that was owned. You're officially on my dirty-mouthed-lads(DML) list, so join ranks with your buddy Tuujiye.

Originally posted by Ibtisam: Serenity, those idi*ots were just pulling your leg! Pay them no mind, adgia aya saax aah. Those idi*ts seemed pretty serious and convinced of the shyte they were churning out all night... Oh the desperation of wanting to win an argument!!

^my question isnt answered, so taadu ha noo dambeyso. Anyways, i was asking about the ORIGIN of the idiom/saying... Any ideas people?

ok, an idiom... English Nazi!

Hello Somali Experts!! I need you to help me understand a Somali proverb - 'Isqor bilaa liis' I was under the impression, it means qof isku qora liis (i.e. list - after all, alot of northerm Somali words have their origin in english) oo loogu tala galin. Laakin a couple of people were trying to tell me about it referring to milking cows/sheep and the various nomadic statuses in nomadic society.

Originally posted by Abtigiis & Tolka: NGONGE waa horuu xer-dumar ah samaysatay. Intaana isagii isa soo gaadhinba haweenkiisiiba kab dacas ah iyo tamuujo igala daalay!! War ninku haween badanaa!! Thanks for insulting us, you paranoid and psychotic moron!

ARE YOU HAVING A BAD DAY? (ma maalin xun bey kuu tahay?) A man was working on his motorcycle on his patio (nin baa ka shaqeynayey motarsaykal kiisa, isagoo jooga barsadiisa) and his wife was in the kitchen (iyo xaaskiiso joogto kijada) . The man was racing the engine on the motorcycle when it accidentally slipped into gear (erm?) . The man, still holding onto the handle bars, was dragged through the glass patio doors and along with the motorcycle dumped onto the floor inside the house (I give up) . The wife, hearing the crash, ran into the dining room and found her husband lying on the floor, cut and bleeding, the motorcycle lying next to him, and the shattered patio door. The wife ran to the phone and summoned the ambulance. Because they lived on a fairly large hill, the wife went down the several flights of stairs to the street to escort the paramedics to her husband. After the ambulance arrived and transported the man to the hospital, the wife righted the motorcycle and pushed it outside. Seeing that gas was spilled on the floor, the wife got some paper towels, blotted up the gasoline, and threw the towels in the toilet. The man was treated and released to come home. Upon arriving home, he looked at the shattered patio door and the damage done to his motorcycle. Clearly, I need a less time consuming and simpler story. After all this is a competition of amateurs!

Does JB not come online on fridays?? My sister told me earlier that no internet cafe is open on a friday... how frigging frustrating.

Abtigiis, who is on trial here? In the words of NGONGE, dont be a simpleton now. :mad:

All the way to convicting this SOL criminal of course, maxaa kale eed rabtey? Mole'na aniga ha iigu yeedhin :mad:

Why would anyone want to meet you? Strange!

AT&T.. I'm with you on this! all the way!

How can this be a competition without STOIC?? Stoic, here is your story Baggio's Story I would like to be a philosopher. Well, anyone who has said the word 'Why' can argue that he is a philosopher, so I want to be more than that. I want to be remembered as a philosopher. One day soon I will be dead. People will look back at my life, and they might say I was a martial artist; for I have earned a seventh dan black belt (in both karate and judo). They might say I was a musician; for I have composed successful operas (in three different languages). They might say I was a footballer; for I used to represent Italy (and scored twenty-seven goals for my country during my career). But above all, they will say, he was a great philosopher. The difference between a hobby and greatness is total immersion, to the sacrifice of all else. I must devote my entire life to this pursuit; I must give up absolutely everything for this cause. I assumed that giving up my material wealth would be the easiest part of this quest, but it is proving not to be straightforward. Yesterday, I hired a removal van and packed it with all of my possessions, leaving my house utterly bare. I drove out to the public common and unpacked the van there, laying every item out upon the grass. I labelled my bank cards with the relevant pin numbers. I labelled my bicycle lock with its code. I labelled my house keys with their address, and my car keys with instructions to find the car. I abandoned the rented van, for liabilities are also proprietary. Finally, I stripped the clothes off my back and folded them into a neat pile. And I walked away. It was late by then, and cold. I decided to forestall the next part of my mission until the morning. So I wandered the streets, looking for a warm place to sleep for a few hours. No haven was forthcoming. The few warm corners I did find were barred to me by people that I suppose took issue with my nakedness. I ended up walking aimlessly all night, to keep from freezing. As the sun rose and the pre-dawn chill passed, I found myself approaching the common again - my subconscious mind had guided me in a large circle back to where I started. The soft, dewy grass soothed my aching feet. p.s. I do not recall registering for the competition North, but if you insist I embarrass you all.. sure!! p.s.s Can Rahima, get a story too?

North, come on.. I could use a laugh.

I heard there was a Somali competition here today.. where are the participants? Hiding?

Ibtisam.. because I'm more loved

JB, taas ma diidi karo

JB, thats very kind of you, but we have a huge family down there - picture mum's two sisters with total of 20 kids + her other half bros and sis which are innumerable! And thats just from her side, aabo dhiniciisa'na waa a whole different clan. Dadkey si fiican u soo kala baranayaan, which should be great... 'cause we have been isolated for far too long.

What experinement? I'll happy volunteer the ciyaal casiir crossed fish and chips that is my siblings

Originally posted by NGONGE: A&T, The mouse said: Why are you all staring at me in such a way, lions? I'll have you know that before I got married, I was a LION too. Tasteless humour.

JB, hooyo has sentenced them both(my sisters) to 5 weeks LOL.

Stoic, you owe compensation to the Somali language for that unconcerned butchery. Paragon, be charitable and labadan at least xarfaha soomaaliga bar. Where in the Somali language do they pick up letters like 'th'? Yaab!