I haven't given anything. Break a leg. Born in Burco- can ya tell?

^u missed a spot.

OMG u guys, u're all deflowering Ubax.

Originally posted by Allamagan: She is a good lay tho, I mean in halal way She let you loose on her? Your nose is touching the screen it's grown sooo loooonnngggg. Leave the woman alone.

Lol Ubax likes her name too- check out the giant flowers on her dress. She's lovely.

I can't get over how warm it has been in London either.

^LoL. You want a demanding chap.

^Yep. Any excuse to boot you out of the club. Kibir badanaa Somaalidu!

If the girl said she looked too dark-skinned to be Somali, y'all wouldn't be saying she was blowing her own trumpet would you now?

Lust has a way of justifying itself.

Dude, what's a bedroom side bomb horta? Answer me that please.

What's a bedroom side bomb, I'm intrigued. I can't get past that.......

^u can't even teach them bad manners! Give up.

^ta. Still in denial, Ngonge?

Shez, can't argue with Azmaya. What if she really knows what she is talking about and literally has dated with 100 Somali men and found that only 10 can make the cut as far as fatherhood is concerned huh? Even if she did go through a hundred, how could she predict something they still were not? Predictive failure!

A lot of gifted kids stop doing well at schools as what's going on in the classroom becomes dull or slow for them. So u're going to have to occupy lil Baashi and be prepared for challenging debates. Just a thought as I'm not a parent- your parental pride, why? Is he naturally gifted or did you have something to do with his advanced state? Congratulations to him.

^Bloke-Baashing and that's the best you can do? Don't tell me you buy the 10 out of 100 stat.?

U can't beat this sh*t: Train defecator hunted by police A man has been defecating in trains across south-east England, causing damage costing £60,000 to repair. British Transport Police have released CCTV images of the man, who has struck on at least 30 trains since August. He waits until he is alone before committing the offence, smearing excrement inside carriages. "This is a serious public health issue as well as being exceptionally anti-social - we need to locate this man," said Det Con Donna Fox. She said his offences had resulted in many carriages being taken out of service, causing disruption and cancellations and serious inconvenience to the travelling public. Different times There was also £60,000 in damage and cleaning costs. "There is no particular pattern as to when he appears," said Ms Fox. "He travels to various areas and at different times of the day and different days of the week. "We have been trawling through CCTV images to try and track the man and remain hopeful that members of the public may know him and where he lives. "On at least one occasion CCTV footage shows the man being disturbed by a passenger walking through a train. "If anyone sees this man travelling on the railway network they should not approach him, but call the police or alert train staff immediately." Story from BBC NEWS: http://news.bbc.co.uk/go/pr/fr/-/1/hi/england/6077464.stm Published: 2006/10/23 13:33:45 GMT

OMG, this is amazing, truly. Strongest Dad in the World ( video at end ) [From Sports Illustrated, By Rick Reilly] I try to be a good father. Give my kids mulligans. Work nights to pay for their text messaging. Take them to swimsuit shoots. But compared with Dick Hoyt, I suck. Eighty-five times he's pushed his disabled son, Rick, 26.2 miles in marathons. Eight times he's not only pushed him 26.2 miles in a wheelchair but also towed him 2.4 miles in a dinghy while swimming and pedaled him 112 miles in a seat on the handlebars--all in the same day. Dick's also pulled him cross-country skiing, taken him on his back mountain climbing and once hauled him across the U.S. on a bike. Makestaking your son bowling look a little lame, right? And what has Rick done for his father? Not much--except save his life. This love story began in Winchester, Mass., 43 years ago, when Rick was strangled by the umbilical cord during birth, leaving him brain-damaged and unable to control his limbs. ``He'll be a vegetable the rest of his life;'' Dick says doctors told him and his wife, Judy, when Rick was nine months old. ``Put him in an institution.'' But the Hoyts weren't buying it. They noticed the way Rick's eyes followed them around the room. When Rick was 11 they took him to the engineering department at Tufts University and asked if there was anything to help the boy communicate. ``No way,'' Dick says he was told. ``There's nothing going on in his brain.'' Tell him a joke,'' Dick countered. They did. Rick laughed. Turns out a lot was going on in his brain. Rigged up with a computer that allowed him to control the cursor by touching a switch with the side of his head, Rick was finally able to communicate. First words? ``Go Bruins!'' And after a high school classmate was paralyzed in an accident and the school organized a charity run for him, Rick pecked out, ``Dad, I want to do that.'' Yeah, right. How was Dick, a self-described ``porker'' who never ran more than a mile at a time, going to push his son five miles? Still, he tried. ``Then it was me who was handicapped,'' Dick says. ``I was sore for two weeks.'' That day changed Rick's life. ``Dad,'' he typed, ``when we were running, it felt like I wasn't disabled anymore!'' And that sentence changed Dick's life. He became obsessed with giving Rick that feeling as often as he could. He got into such hard-belly shape that he and Rick were ready to try the 1979 Boston Marathon. ``No way,'' Dick was told by a race official. The Hoyts weren't quite a single runner, and they weren't quite a wheelchair competitor. For a few years Dick and Rick just joined the massive field and ran anyway, then they found a way to get into the race officially: In 1983 they ran another marathon so fast they made the qualifying time for Boston the following year. Then somebody said, ``Hey, Dick, why not a triathlon?'' How's a guy who never learned to swim and hadn't ridden a bike since he was six going to haul his 110-pound kid through a triathlon? Still, Dick tried. Now they've done 212 triathlons, including four grueling 15-hour Ironmans in Hawaii. It must be a buzzkill to be a 25-year-old stud getting passed by an old guy towing a grown man in a dinghy, don't you think? Hey, Dick, why not see how you'd do on your own? ``No way,'' he says. Dick does it purely for ``the awesome feeling'' he gets seeing Rick with a cantaloupe smile as they run, swim and ride together. This year, at ages 65 and 43, Dick and Rick finished their 24th Boston Marathon, in 5,083rd place out of more than 20,000 starters. Their best time'? Two hours, 40 minutes in 1992--only 35 minutes off the world record, which, in case you don't keep track of these things, happens to be held by a guy who was not pushing another man in a wheelchair at the time. ``No question about it,'' Rick types. ``My dad is the Father of the Century.'' And Dick got something else out of all this too. Two years ago he had a mild heart attack during a race. Doctors found that one of his arteries was 95% clogged. ``If you hadn't been in such great shape,'' one doctor told him, ``you probably would've died 15 years ago.'' So, in a way, Dick and Rick saved each other's life. Rick, who has his own apartment (he gets home care) and works in Boston, and Dick, retired from the military and living in Holland, Mass., always find ways to be together. They give speeches around the country and compete in some backbreaking race every > weekend, including this Father's Day. That night, Rick will buy his dad dinner, but the thing he really wants to give him is a gift he can never buy. ``The thing I'd most like,'' Rick types, ``is that my dad sit in the chair and I push him once.'' source

I don't do earrings. The darn piercing doesn't disappear even though it's neglected- what's that about? I heard the thunder too. I said it was Godzilla.

^My clan's bigger than hers, I bet ya . They'll be there, inshallah.

LooL, thanks Val. You make sure he comes, inshallah. It should be Northerner.

The Times mentions it. I'll be there- where there's a story, there's Sheherazade. Can't wait. It's for and by Somalis and it's for all ages. My dad's going, LoL. Grab yours too. Where's Ngonge? A good way to tell tales out of school Children pestering for a story? Blame Prince Charles, Nicolette Jones says ON THURSDAY CHILDREN ALL over the country came home from school and pestered their families to tell them stories about their past and their ancestors. This was because the Prince of Wales wanted them to. His Arts and Kids charity is behind Storyquest, a nationwide project to encourage the telling of stories in public and private over the next few months. Schools received an imaginative publication suggesting activities to stimulate storytelling, and children were asked to find a tale to retell. In Mexico, Thursday was the Day of the Dead when families gather to celebrate their history. It was hoped that stories would be told in homes around the dinner table, encouraging not only what Prince Charles calls “passing down the stories that make up our shared cultural heritage” but also “the dying art of eating together”. The Prince believes that passing down such knowledge is “one of the most important things that we, as parents and grandparents, teachers, aunts and uncles, musicians and artists, can do for young people”. There are few families in which personal history does not throw light on wider events. Think of all those grandparents who can recall the Blitz, or evacuation or being called up, escaping the Holocaust, the end of Empire, Partition, the SS Windrush . . . No doubt the Prince has a few good family stories of his own. But even if the stories told to children are anecdotes about the day they were born, or adopted, or the things that they said as toddlers — and sometimes stories in which they figure are more interesting to children than ones in which they don’t — telling them imparts a sense of identity, encourages verbal skills, teaches them to listen and knits families together. Storyquest is not just reaching into schools and homes. Hundreds of stories — historical and fantastical, new and traditional — are being told in historic houses, art galleries, public gardens and shopping centres between now and Christmas. They are aimed at children aged from under 1 to over 16. The project began last week at the Unicorn Theatre in South London, where an Irish bagpiper led a line of children to meet the storytellers Ben Haggarty, Jan Blake and Hugh Lupton. The project, supported by the London Centre for International Storytelling, has no government funding, and its principal sponsor is Land Securities Group, which owns shopping centres. So there will be storytelling in marquees at the Gunwharf Keys Centre in Portsmouth on the afternoon of Bonfire Night, followed by fireworks. On the same afternoon children can hear stories about fire at the Seven Stories, the Centre for the Children’s Book, in Newcastle upon Tyne, or curl up with cushions and hot drinks in Wimborne, Dorset, to hear Dark Tales for Dark Nights. There will also be, to name but a few, Islamic tales in the National Museum in Cardiff today; Story- telling Sundays at the Lady Lever Art Gallery, Liverpool; spooky stories and mulled cider in the Saxon Hall in Stourport, Worcestershire (on November 11); Asian tales with music, dance and slides in Rotherham (November 11); stories with puppets in Canterbury (November 18); personalised stories in Stafford (December 9); poetry and comedy celebrating fatherhood in Wood Green, North London (December 16); riverside tales at Henley, with kits to help to invent your own (December 16); and an event that would surely appeal to the Prince: Talking Trees in the Royal Botanic Gardens, Edinburgh, on three Sundays in December. If you cannot make it to a local event, you can share the experience at home. Try some suggestions from the Storyquest brochure: tell jokes, ghost stories or family anecdotes. Make story tapes. Draw story boards. Tell half a story to one child and half to another, and get them to take turns in telling each other the whole. Play games in which stories are told around objects, or gabbled at speed to someone who tries to repeat them. Or tell stories based on place names. That sounds good to me. Nicolette Jones, who lives in Plimsoll Road, is the author of The Plimsoll Sensation: The Great Campaign to Save Lives at Sea (Little, Brown) Visit artsandkids.org.uk, storyquest.org.uk, or, for a full list of Storyquest events, go to tinyurl.com/y73xpc The London Centre for International Storytelling is at thelcis.org.uk celebrating fatherhood in the Times P.S: they got the date wrong! It's on the evening of the 15th of December.

Oh, go. Your family didn't sit the darn exams did they? Take somebody else along. Make the family green with pics that will rival their holiday snaps.

^ LoooL. So that's what some of the innocent-seeming ones are up to. LoL.