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/&gt;cos i never take words for granted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've always been a note writer&lt;br /&gt;i'll write a note/text/mail to my boss,colleague,subordinate&lt;br /&gt;rather than call/or walk up to a person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;words can be beautiful&lt;br /&gt;leave you happy even when you are penniless&lt;br /&gt;just like a great big bear hug practically cures depression&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the best words???&lt;br /&gt;those left unsaid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 days ago&lt;br /&gt;bad head space&lt;br /&gt;everything was work related&lt;br /&gt;and to cap it ...i was bone tired and hungry&lt;br /&gt;i was dragging myself to get &lt;b&gt;brunch&lt;/b&gt; when a pal walked up to me and without a word gave me a hug&lt;br /&gt;it was so sweet of him to do that&lt;br /&gt;ibi i hate it when you look forlorn&lt;br /&gt;what is wrong?&lt;br /&gt;this place i said&lt;br /&gt;we laughed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruella has been a good girl lately&lt;br /&gt;but cos evil never completely erodes&lt;br /&gt;her evil side showed up last week&lt;br /&gt;3 days of ignoring her and shes back to being sane&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my other boss....he, i would love to poison&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the job is fyne-i love it&lt;br /&gt;the pay sucks..........&lt;br /&gt;my colleagues-fun people&lt;br /&gt;my boss.........i hope he drops dead&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back to words..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly cant remember the last time i went off to buy one&lt;br /&gt;i cant be bothered anymore to &lt;b&gt;find a meaningful card&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a text message- a bbm display picture-a bbm-a voice note&lt;br /&gt;all of that and &lt;b&gt;more&lt;/b&gt; will do it&lt;br /&gt;why buy cardboard that will eventually be used to pack dirt?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and by the way-a birthday gift will show just how much you care&lt;br /&gt;the more useful it is to the person the more meaningful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so out with birthday cards...in with...gifts&lt;br /&gt;cash gifts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;always a pleasure&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wink...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-2194060057964375694?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2194060057964375694/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=2194060057964375694' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/2194060057964375694'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/2194060057964375694'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2011/12/birthday-cards.html' title='Birthday Cards'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-110644329517978760</id><published>2011-10-20T16:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-20T16:58:18.987-07:00</updated><title type='text'>do we really ever know anyone or ourselves?</title><content type='html'>sometimes i wonder if i am being truthful when i say i am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not sad,not lonely,not angry,or that i am happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whilst i agree that &lt;b&gt;happiness is a choice&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do know that sometimes being happy or getting &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the frame of mind of being happy is/can be a chore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i have legendary mood swings&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one minute i am sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next minute i am happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it doesnt matter if its home/office/play&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when my mood changes i just wanna be left alone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i dont even know why i'm suddenly sad/upset&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i let it simmer for a few minutes then internalise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and find what triggered it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;usually i am able to find what it is and deal with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i care about a person/thing&lt;br /&gt;i bother about her/him/it&lt;br /&gt;i involve myself in their life&lt;br /&gt;be it in a little way or a big way&lt;br /&gt;a call/a text/an email&lt;br /&gt;if i can drag myself to visit.........&lt;br /&gt;i must love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;that is because i only need people in small doses&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spent a lot of time growing up by myself&lt;br /&gt;so i'm used to entertaining me&lt;br /&gt;i've never been &lt;b&gt;bored&lt;/b&gt; in my life&lt;br /&gt;i'm pretty sure it will never happen&lt;br /&gt;i'm also quite able to create new worlds in my head &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;worlds i wanna live in&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall dreams come true&lt;br /&gt;i'm also adept at doing nothing.....&lt;b&gt;my favourite past time&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sensing they think its jealousy &lt;br /&gt;maybe even envy&lt;br /&gt;its actually anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm the chatter box&lt;br /&gt;in someone's company so long as there is no tv&lt;br /&gt;i'll entertain you&lt;br /&gt;i talk a lotttttttttttt&lt;br /&gt;most of my stories are about me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not a good gossip&lt;br /&gt;cos i tend to confess to the victim&lt;br /&gt;so hardly would you catch me gossiping&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why am i angry?&lt;br /&gt;its not like i think its anyone's fault&lt;br /&gt;its one thing for me to like being by myself&lt;br /&gt;its another thing to be excluded&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now that i no longer wish to be included&lt;br /&gt;they are coming at me with the snide remarks&lt;br /&gt;jealousy,envy,sadness they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say-go jump over the third mainland bridge please&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm upset at work peeps&lt;br /&gt;every single one of them forgot my birthday&lt;br /&gt;i made a fuss to a select few&lt;br /&gt;some reverted with a genuine apology&lt;br /&gt;someone in particular seemed to shrug me off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm vindictive enuff to do same to her in 2012&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;oh and dat goes to everyone in my life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the one day in my life that i will exercise &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;my God given right as a woman to invent and establish drama&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;oh and another thing............&lt;br /&gt;i treat people the way they treat me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-110644329517978760?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/110644329517978760/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=110644329517978760' title='8 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/110644329517978760'/><link rel='self' 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always do a &lt;b&gt;birthday post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i was a year older on the 7th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;afrobabe i love you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;*cyber hugzzzzzzzzzzzzzz*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tend to get a little melancholic on my birthdays &lt;br /&gt;so to make up for the shitty head space i knew i was gonna get into&lt;br /&gt;i was supposed to hang out with the girls after work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and&lt;/b&gt; it was a friday &lt;b&gt;but&lt;/b&gt; the rain was a bitch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we didnt have girls nite out &lt;br /&gt;dinner someplace&lt;br /&gt;get tipsy&lt;br /&gt;flirt shamelessly&lt;br /&gt;dance like crazy and tumble into bed in the morning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had a lazy saturday instead&lt;br /&gt;we shopped-meat,veggies and condiments for edikaikong&lt;br /&gt;facials &lt;br /&gt;ran into my aunt&lt;br /&gt;2 yrs older but technically my aunt&lt;br /&gt;harrassed her kidz(i love em kidz)&lt;br /&gt;had dinner&lt;br /&gt;and laffed so hard i almost peed in my pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i love you girls&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i temporarily moved to my aunt's since july&lt;br /&gt;construction at my zone is driving me nuts&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt &lt;b&gt;get it &lt;/b&gt;apparently that i love &lt;b&gt;my own space&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she keeps asking me what is wrong &lt;br /&gt;then goes into a prayer session&lt;br /&gt;cos my cousin(her daughter) who i am a year older than &lt;br /&gt;is getting married in nov&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont have a jealous bone in my body&lt;br /&gt;and i only envy people what &lt;b&gt;they have that i wish i had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish her mum got it&lt;br /&gt;but then again if i was to explain it to her the way &lt;b&gt;it really is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;it would only be read as &lt;b&gt;jealousy or envy&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since it is neither-she(my aunt) will have to get used to my smiles and the sealed lips&lt;br /&gt;i'm wondering why she hasnt brought it up with my mum&lt;br /&gt;well cos my mum hasnt asked me&lt;br /&gt;even though my mum gets it&lt;br /&gt;well if she does-i'm guessing my mum will tell her to ignore it&lt;br /&gt;mum calls it-the curse of my dad's family&lt;br /&gt;we internalise and shut everyone out&lt;br /&gt;people think it is cos we are bothered about something&lt;br /&gt;but the harsh truth is &lt;b&gt;its cos we really dont care&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother is well&lt;br /&gt;has a new girl on his hands&lt;br /&gt;i dont particularly like her&lt;br /&gt;i dont consider her cute/curvy/nice &lt;br /&gt;and i dont like girls who live in filth with their squeeze&lt;br /&gt;especially cos &lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt; have to witness the filth&lt;br /&gt;i still breeze into my place anyday i wanna&lt;br /&gt;well,i harrassed her 2 wks ago&lt;br /&gt;so far she seems to have imbibed the clean space rule&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;good&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you hurt me......bad&lt;br /&gt;I need a proper apology &lt;br /&gt;jewelry always works i hear&lt;br /&gt;but do remember to ask me before you splurge on an item i'll detest&lt;br /&gt;cos i'm still very upset with you&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna let you deal with your stuff&lt;br /&gt;cos i get it............&lt;br /&gt;but you owe me.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my colleague has been advised to get a vibrator&lt;br /&gt;i've tried to get her to surf the web&lt;br /&gt;and maybe make a purchase but she keeps dilly dallying&lt;br /&gt;with &lt;b&gt;my man &lt;/b&gt;outta town a lot&lt;br /&gt;life would be almost unbearable if i didnt own one&lt;br /&gt;*wink*&lt;br /&gt;i know a vibrator wont take the place of a warm body&lt;br /&gt;but it can take the edge of animalistic tendencies&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine seems to be avoiding me/us&lt;br /&gt;i guess its cos lately all we do is berate her&lt;br /&gt;well its like this&lt;br /&gt;if you &lt;b&gt;must &lt;/b&gt;date more than 1 married guy&lt;br /&gt;please make it about the money&lt;br /&gt;no sense in hoping from one bed to another for a meal and a drink&lt;br /&gt;well maybe........some lousy thousands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos apparently shez been sleeping with 2 married guys&lt;br /&gt;(mayb more)&lt;br /&gt;and she gets pregnant&lt;br /&gt;does she&lt;br /&gt;a-ask them to accompany her on the same day or on different dayz?&lt;br /&gt;b-get the fundz from both possible fathers but go fix it alone?&lt;br /&gt;c-fix it then bill the fathers heavily?&lt;br /&gt;d-fix it then bill then what the doctor billed her?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kindly note i think shez an ass-&lt;br /&gt;dating 2 or more men that are &lt;b&gt;off limits to you is bullshit&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;actually allow &lt;b&gt;both of them to sperminate you is stupid&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then to &lt;b&gt;get fertilized was downright idiotic&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but to then decide to be cautious about &lt;b&gt;billing them&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;i thot.....&lt;b&gt;silly&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;to every action there is an equal and opposite reaction&lt;br /&gt;if you wanna sperminate you have to worry about fertilization&lt;br /&gt;not so?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-5112294886607881285?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5112294886607881285/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=5112294886607881285' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/5112294886607881285'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/5112294886607881285'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2011/10/did-i-fare-better.html' title='did i fare better?'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-9182857656100814324</id><published>2011-10-09T00:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T00:56:43.740-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I owe y'all a post shey?</title><content type='html'>i'll b back&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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shey?'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-912478140257810589</id><published>2011-05-30T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-05-30T18:31:03.254-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibiluv is 4 years old today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yippieeeeeeeeeeeee</title><content type='html'>She loved her beach house. It wasn’t only the serenity she craved it was also the sight and sound of the ocean. Also knowing she just upped and left everyone-her job, her friends and family just gives her inner devil a lotta joy-the minute she got in-she took a shower and had a meal-God bless her housekeeper-now it was tyme to settle down for a lovely story&lt;br /&gt;It was sunset and she could no longer read by sunlight, her glass of lemonade stood empty on the floor beside the chaise lounge she had been reclining on-she had heard him drive in a while ago-she knew he would need to go to his study to do some work before joining her upstairs..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lost in her thoughts she heard a sound behind her…..there he stood…her adonis…this man had to have been a greek god in another life…beautifully sculpted…people tell her all the time how fabulous she looks..she always wishes she could retort wait till you see my man….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wordz were not needed…her body always reacted when ever his was close…and he could always tell-even in the midst of an argument, they both could still cut the sexual tension in the air with a knife….it didn’t help that she only had on her lingerie…..a slinky number in the softest pink and he could see every inch of that body he loved so much..he had a smirk on his face cos already he could see her nipples hardening…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She stood where she was..her back to the sea..listening to the sounds..he walked towards her…when he got to her-he enveloped her in a bear hug…this was one of the reasons she loved this man…fitting into his arms like this always felt so right….she went on her knees and slowly flicked her tongue over the tip…..he made it to pre cum in a matter of mins…slowly she trailed her fingers down his legs whilst giving her tongue the liberty to roam freely along his shaft&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He had his hand on her head, her hair..he wasn’t tugging or shoving..just resting his hand there…she smirked cos she knew for him it was some way to balance himself so he wouldn’t topple over…over and over again she licked, sucked and worshipped his family jewels….she wasn’t even sure how they made it to the chaise but he was gently laying her on it and proceeded to plant feathery kisses on her inner thighs..after what seemed like aeons..he kissed her...long and slow and slipped his digits into her…she loved how he managed to do both…kissing him was always a joy. The fusion of their pie holes always drove her completely nuts…and his digits???…glorious and they always served as a reminder of what was to come…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She whispered..you are driving me nuts. Could you please fuck me now? I will he said…he turned her over and with the slightest of motions stationed dat lovely appendage by her labia lips-she gasped..just the feel-nothing else yet…but she was dripping buckets and dat was all the encouragement he needed..slowly ever so slow he inched into her…felt like he was going in in millimeters….and then he filled her…and there they were…naked with the salty air swishing around them kneeling by the chaise as he proceeded to make love to her….&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It was glorious and earth shattering…much later as they lay spent...she listened to both their heart beats as normalcy returned...the kiss to her forehead was the last thing she remembered before she drifted off to la la land..&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-912478140257810589?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/912478140257810589/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=912478140257810589' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/912478140257810589'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/912478140257810589'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2011/05/ibiluv-is-4-years-old-today.html' title='Ibiluv is 4 years old today!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Yippieeeeeeeeeeeee'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-1885799422273494216</id><published>2011-04-17T11:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-04-17T14:42:25.264-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Should I fix you a drink too?</title><content type='html'>‘Should I fix you a drink too?’ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he asked as he set down his backpack on the bed, shrugging out of his shirt as he walked to the mini-bar in the room. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;‘Yes honey, thanks’ she said as she typed away furiously at her laptop keyboard, wanting to finish the report and email it so she could relax fully and enjoy her weekend with her lover. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She had been looking forward to this time alone with him for a while, and her boss dumping an overdue report on her late on Friday was quite the mood dampener but after hearing his deep, drawling voice on the phone saying he was leaving the airport...&lt;b&gt;that&lt;/b&gt; made her, perk up.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She was startled by the touch of a cold glass on the back of her neck, she had been so engrossed in her work she didn’t realize when he came up behind her. ‘What are you working on?’ ‘it’s a damned report my boss insists must be sent today’ she says as she placed a hand over his warm, calloused one that was kneading the muscles of her shoulder. ‘Aahh, that feels so good’ she says… He hands her drink to her, at the same time bending over her and placing a kiss on her forehead like a father would on his daughter. ‘take it easy babe, you’re all tensed up’ he breathes in her ear.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The familiar smell of him suddenly makes her nerve endings tingle as she inhales the mix of aftershave, the musky cologne he favours and sweat of travel that wafts off him. She realizes how much she had missed him being with her and suddenly ignored her computer, turning in her chair, she grabs him by the waist. ‘I missed you baby’ she murmurs into his belly, the soft hair around his navel tickling her lips as she speaks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His reaction is instant, his loins tighten up as her soft, warm arms encircle him. He leans down over her, rubbing down her back through the sheer material of the work shirt she has on.. pulling the shirt out of her skirt, finding her skin beneath and working his thick, hard fingers into her muscles. She sighs in pure pleasure, writhing under his touch as she feels herself relaxing.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He straightens up, picking his glass from the table and sipping on his drink, pulling her up by the arm as he does. She gets into his arms, face turned up as he envelopes her in a deep,fiercely passionate kiss. She can feel the hunger for her in him and that knowledge makes her both excited and scared at the same time. Excited that she holds such an attraction for him and scared that she may lose him at some time. He lives and works in another part of the country as an engineer, always on the road, sleeping in different hotels in different towns… and surely meeting lots of different women.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She feels his breath get deep and fast, the taste of brandy in his mouth mixing with hers as both their tongues entwine. Her nipples are so sensitive; they are almost painfully squeezed against his chest. His hands slip lower, cupping her round bottom in a gentle squeeze. He lifts her off her feet while still kissing her, and lays her on the bed. His eyes are locked on to hers, boring a hole deep into her soul as he gets up and removes his jeans, then his boxers. He doesn’t say a word and does not break eye contact while he walks to the window and opens it. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is a sudden, moist and cold breeze from the rain outside in the room. With the curtains billowing behind him, she watches him stalk back to the bed like a panther, his erection proudly displayed to her lustful gaze.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She licks her lips, smiling at him while feeling the molten heat well up from inside her core. She starts to unbutton her shirt but he stops her with a hand. Gently but firmly pushing her down on to the bed, he grabs her glass and gulps some her drink, then he leans over her and kisses her again. As her lips open she feels her drink trickling down into her mouth from his. He hadn’t swallowed, just used his mouth to serve her. He has deftly shed her buttons while kissing her, now he slides his hand underneath her and unclips her bra. Her proud breasts feel the heat of his hands and the coolness of the breeze coming through the open window. It is such a delicious feeling.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her hands rake through his hair as he lowers his lips to her nipple, biting and sucking hard while his hands slide under her skirt and hooks on the waistband of her panties. She raises her hips to help him ease them off, watching his eyes look down her skirt as she raises her legs to kick off the panties. He smiles and rubs a hand lazily across her chest, palm flat over her breasts, fingers teasing her neck and chin. His other hand he cups firmly over her mound, the heel of his hand making hard contact with her clit as his finger teases her wet slit. He’s not going inside, just gliding his finger over her lips enough to open them, circling round her opening and making her groan with the need to have any part of him inside her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her arousal is very evident now in the rich scent of her feminine musk which he inhales rather dramatically. She knows he’s teasing her, she sees that look of intense concentration on his face she knows is a sign of his arousal. His gaze never leaves the moist morsel between her thighs as he lifts his glass to his lips, drinks and bends his head to her sex. His hands push her skirt up to her waist as he spreads her legs wide, she is wide open to his view and intentions now. She shudders as she feels his breath over her engorged clit, then the exquisite pleasure of his tongue, which is cold from the drink and warm as he licks in slow, circular motions around her clit. He does not touch her anywhere else… yet. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She clutches at the sheet as he abruptly plunges his tongue into her slick tunnel in the same motion that he uses his hands to raise her hips.&lt;br /&gt;Her sensual, thrusting motion makes her clit contact against his nose as she fucks his tongue. She can feel her orgasm coming up quickly. He’s a master at working his tongue sinuously inside her, bringing it up to suck on her clit. Now he has 2 fingers deep inside her while her clit is being strummed by his tongue. She’s moaning deep in her throat and bucking under his face like a wild horse. She starts to drum her feet on his back as she climaxes, holding his head tight against her dripping wet sex. His name is spinning on her mind as she lies breathless in the afterglow of the intense orgasm. He brings his head up, breathing deep, looking at her with lust filled eyes, his lips glistening with her juice.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He smirks at her effort to regain balance and says ‘I missed you too babe’… She smiles and pulls him to her, licking his lips, nose, eyes.. tasting herself mixed with him, instantly getting a high from that. She says ‘I know honey, I know’. Her hands are both stroking his hot hardness and his soft sac as she kisses him. She scrapes a fingernail over his glans and gets the reaction she wants from him. A sharp intake of breath, then a long drawn out sigh of pleasure as she takes him in her mouth.. takes him as deep as she can. He’s big and stretches her lips but she loves sucking him. She’s got saliva coating him and her movements are smooth and sensual, fucking him with her mouth just as she fucked his mouth earlier. She’s good at this and knows exactly how to bring him to a load...moaning her name in the process... She wants to taste his seed and drink it greedily but he’s not having that. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He held her head to stop her, moaning ‘I don’t want to cum yet baby, I need to be inside you’. The naked need in his voice makes her cream her pussy even more. So she gets on her knees and he gets behind her, the penetration is fast and hard but not painful. She is well lubricated but feels the immense size of him filling her up, pushing against her womb. The connection is deep and erotic, the sound of his balls slapping against her as he thrusts deep into her are adding to her excitement. He’s groaning deeply and she knows he will unleash his thick cream into her very soon. His hands grab her breasts like the reins of a horse he’s riding….. and he is riding her, hard, deep, furiously. She feels a throbbing inside her that emanates from his magnificent dick buried deep inside her, his belly on her soft butt.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He starts to rub her clit with a hand in time with his thrusts, which are getting quicker. He’s close to losing control now. She arches her back, raising her bottom up and presenting him a deeper angle of penetration. Though it’s a bit painful, she revels in the sex she’s giving him and urges him on with her voice ‘fuck me baby, fuck me hard… who’s ur sweet baby?’ he responds with a furious, grunting assault on her body that rocks him to an explosive climax, which makes him give short, choked off cries as he cums deep inside her. She feels the heavy gush of warm, male seed flooding her insides and that triggers another orgasm for her, clenching her butt cheeks and pulsing the walls of her tight pussy to milk every drop from him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He’s dripping with sweat and breathing hard against her back. She bears his weight on her as her hands and knees tremble from the shared orgasms. &lt;b&gt;‘welcome home baby’ &lt;/b&gt;she murmured.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-1885799422273494216?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1885799422273494216/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=1885799422273494216' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/1885799422273494216'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/1885799422273494216'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2011/04/should-i-fix-you-drink-too.html' title='Should I fix you a drink too?'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-3234249069544494202</id><published>2011-03-13T18:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-03-13T18:41:26.344-07:00</updated><title type='text'>hurt,naija idol,naija sings,how far?,lottery,VP's,career-dislike,escorts,</title><content type='html'>so sometimes it crosses our minds.....&lt;br /&gt;not to be &lt;b&gt;as we are &lt;/b&gt;in the presence of those we love&lt;br /&gt;because sometimes they judge us harshly&lt;br /&gt;i guess we are all human&lt;br /&gt;and when a person strips himself/herself so you see dem as they are&lt;br /&gt;you really should be more grateful that hurtful&lt;br /&gt;and if they are no longer toeing that line&lt;br /&gt;dont sing dat broken record of&lt;b&gt; you shouldnt have&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;said person already made a platinum album out of said phrase for self&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people sometimes react a certain way about who you were or who you are&lt;br /&gt;and in the person's reaction.....the person hurts you&lt;br /&gt;whether they know it or not&lt;br /&gt;a lot of times i'm slow to comment...&lt;br /&gt;slow to react...&lt;br /&gt;slow to do just about everything in my life&lt;br /&gt;cos i hate being wrong&lt;br /&gt;and i only ever regret the things i didnt have the guts to do or say&lt;br /&gt;there is nothing in my past i am ashamed of&lt;br /&gt;i may shield some parts of me from certain people&lt;br /&gt;but allowing a person(s) see me&lt;br /&gt;as i am &lt;br /&gt;is a really big deal&lt;br /&gt;so when i am then judged by that person&lt;br /&gt;it hurts.......deep&lt;br /&gt;ironically......said person may not even know they hurt me&lt;br /&gt;but they will............they will&lt;br /&gt;cos someday i will bring it up and they will know just how bad&lt;br /&gt;dat laff&lt;br /&gt;that smirk&lt;br /&gt;dat harsh word&lt;br /&gt;dat ungiven hug.............hurt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am looooovvvvviiinnnnggggggg Naomi Mac&lt;br /&gt;she's soooooooooo breathtaking&lt;br /&gt;602 to 34365&lt;br /&gt;abeg make una vote jare&lt;br /&gt;maybe una go win motor&lt;br /&gt;chei this kind free advert&lt;br /&gt;Naomi u owe me ooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was for the brothers to win Naija sings&lt;br /&gt;i was miffed Casey won&lt;br /&gt;but his single is not bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and have you heard Tonii-idol evictee's new singles?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like............a lot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for american idol&lt;br /&gt;i have not really heard dem all&lt;br /&gt;but Scott can propose to me anytyme&lt;br /&gt;such a voice........swoooonnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;and he's 16&lt;br /&gt;reallly????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Naima is cute....she is doll like&lt;br /&gt;i liked her umbrella rendition&lt;br /&gt;albeit pitchy.....&lt;br /&gt;i hope she gets better &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and Pia has pipes.........&lt;br /&gt;its hard to do a celine,aguilera,whitney and maria&lt;br /&gt;and she did celine so well..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a person has a problem&lt;br /&gt;eg she needs a car&lt;br /&gt;everytyme you see said person you ask &lt;b&gt;how far&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;the need to buy the car...is your need to see her in a car greater than her need to own one?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to married friends of single people&lt;br /&gt;dont ask your single pal *every time* you see/call/write/mail/bbm/tweet said person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;how far?&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is getting married....the same as choosing what gown to wear to what dinner party???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont ask you how far?&lt;br /&gt;with when you plan to have number 2 &lt;br /&gt;or when you plan to move out of your rented apartment into your own home&lt;br /&gt;or some other silly question&lt;br /&gt;if a person is single and you have not magically produced a spouse suitable to that person&lt;br /&gt;stop *&lt;b&gt;how faring&lt;/b&gt;* them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later you will complain they dont vist&lt;br /&gt;how dem go visit?&lt;br /&gt;all you will do is how far dem and moreover did getting married somehow suggest to you that your single friend is the jobless one that must come visit you always?&lt;br /&gt;dem gum ya own yansh for ur house?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ask God &lt;b&gt;how far&lt;/b&gt; all the tyme&lt;br /&gt;He always replies............&lt;b&gt;soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;dats good enuff for me/we/us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you people should stop &lt;b&gt;how farring &lt;/b&gt;us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have not seen you in 8 years and you ask me,how far?&lt;br /&gt;i get it........you are catching up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you saw me yesterday and ask me &lt;b&gt;how far&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'll poison your drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm&lt;b&gt; depressed&lt;/b&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;i want to win a lottery&lt;br /&gt;there's none going on at the moment...or is there?&lt;br /&gt;please when you hear of a lottery&lt;br /&gt;make una let me know&lt;br /&gt;i love the things money can buy&lt;br /&gt;so i really really like money&lt;br /&gt;but i dont love money&lt;br /&gt;else i would have......let me keep my evil thots to myself&lt;br /&gt;i wont do anything to get it(Money)&lt;br /&gt;but i would love to win the ottery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yes i know...........&lt;b&gt;a lazy man's dream &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;i never lied about being lazy..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i watched the vice presidential debate and i wonder why Sambo went to cause traffic from the airport to abeokuta instead of facing his peers&lt;br /&gt;in btw i have a distant uncle as a vp aspirant&lt;br /&gt;so make una no try me&lt;br /&gt;ibi will soon be in aso rock as the vice president's official speech writer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been thinking of a change of career a lot lately&lt;br /&gt;i havent really done anything about it......yet&lt;br /&gt;let me just roll it in my head for a bit longer&lt;br /&gt;i may take the plunge soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i seem to have developed a considerable amount of dislike for my boss&lt;br /&gt;no not Cruella&lt;br /&gt;me and her are cool these days&lt;br /&gt;its the big dawg&lt;br /&gt;he smiles a lot and just talks/acts damn rite nasty&lt;br /&gt;he has also perfected the act of lieing thru his teeth&lt;br /&gt;mschewwwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;these days all i wanna do is slap the idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer nasty people with dour expressions&lt;br /&gt;but an always smiling fuck????.........he makes me cringe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in part he is one of the reasons i wanna leave&lt;br /&gt;i don tire to dey see him face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found this online&lt;br /&gt;www.loungebella.com&lt;br /&gt;a pal of mine wants to know if there is a site that caters to women as well&lt;br /&gt;let us know............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-3234249069544494202?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3234249069544494202/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-4660510308270940725</id><published>2011-02-13T18:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-02-13T18:25:25.072-08:00</updated><title type='text'>rude,iron,crib,mum,fat,house,eyes only</title><content type='html'>She's in the living room&lt;br /&gt;explaining every scene of the movie as if my brother is deaf and blind&lt;br /&gt;i would love to shut her up&lt;br /&gt;but wetin concern me&lt;br /&gt;i guess i'm just irritated cos she didnt notice big sister Ibi and greet&lt;br /&gt;the dumb spawn of my mother didnt greet either&lt;br /&gt;so is it her fault?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don enter my room....lock my door&lt;br /&gt;i will punish him for said crime later....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in between&lt;br /&gt;i truly am an evil sister.....&lt;br /&gt;in the last year&lt;br /&gt;2 steam irons have found their way to the scrap yard&lt;br /&gt;i dont trust my brother&lt;br /&gt;things electrical always go bad around him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its exasperating cos the asswipe has a degree in electrical electronics from an obodo oyibo university&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you people should sha tell him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have replaced gen,pumping machine,fan,iron,since he rolled into town&lt;br /&gt;i will castrate him if anything happens to my kettle,fridge and microwave&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh...hehehehehe i recently bought a new iron and i am hiding it in my room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to say hi to my pal at her place&lt;br /&gt;nice crib&lt;br /&gt;really nice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not speaking to my mum&lt;br /&gt;matter of fact i think she owes me an apology&lt;br /&gt;the way it happens-when we both get upset&lt;br /&gt;we dont talk for 2 weeks &lt;br /&gt;thats like her limit&lt;br /&gt;then her eldest sister calls and mandates me to call mum and apologise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this tyme i will also demand my own apology&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she wont give it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i prefer to stay dis-daughtered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder why birthing me gives her the right to dole out shit to me and i am expected to lap it up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this text message whey she send to me dat day ehn(whey dey vex mi)&lt;br /&gt;i will make her apologise for it o&lt;br /&gt;either directly or &lt;b&gt;indirectly&lt;/b&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all these &lt;b&gt;fat in my belle&lt;/b&gt;(2inches of fat)&lt;br /&gt;please go to my bum&lt;br /&gt;neither I nor Dee likes dis belly fat&lt;br /&gt;we both prefer yansh fat&lt;br /&gt;truth be told&lt;br /&gt;na me dey find yansh fat&lt;br /&gt;he loves Ibi's ass as it is&lt;br /&gt;and considering i gained a few kg's recently&lt;br /&gt;ibi's ass is looking gud!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;crunches here i come.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so Dee teased me about not registering for bba6&lt;br /&gt;are you worried i may be worried about you getting horny and fucking some dude in the house he asked&lt;br /&gt;my job i said&lt;br /&gt;not a gud enuff excuse he said....&lt;br /&gt;i know you Ibi&lt;br /&gt;kisses and mayb blowjobs is as far as you will go&lt;br /&gt;i grinned.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got me wondering though...if i really went into the house&lt;br /&gt;would i stay unfucked by anoda cos Dee might watch/hear &lt;br /&gt;or cos Mama Ibi might watch/hear&lt;br /&gt;quite frankly Dee-much as i love you and we both know i will stay unfucked in the house(if i enter)cos i love love love making love to/with you...&lt;br /&gt;its the mama Ibi situation dat will keep my pants up&lt;br /&gt;cos if i stray i know &lt;b&gt;you &lt;/b&gt;will forgive &lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;she&lt;/b&gt; wont............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some outfits i buy&lt;br /&gt;just to wear for Dee&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;if its really short and its not a pair of shorts&lt;br /&gt;its just for Dee's eyes&lt;br /&gt;if i've got mi boobs spilling out&lt;br /&gt;its just for Dee's eyes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently allowed Akin talk me into these 2 gowns&lt;br /&gt;both short&lt;br /&gt;but.....not too short&lt;br /&gt;a little more than i would normally do............&lt;br /&gt;but i find that i'm looking forward to getting my sexy self into them clothes and getting *&lt;b&gt;toasted&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-4660510308270940725?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-1662973800777194992</id><published>2011-01-24T18:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-01-24T18:09:31.232-08:00</updated><title type='text'>sex...candidate...24 vs 33...omoluabi...mirror...yellow...my girls</title><content type='html'>you walk into a room looking and smelling like sex&lt;br /&gt;if an ex was there......&lt;br /&gt;would it &lt;b&gt;*all*&lt;/b&gt; be about him?&lt;br /&gt;or are you just allowing yourself enjoy the shark frenzy?&lt;br /&gt;especially since boyf is home with a fever?&lt;br /&gt;i guess it's a little bit of &lt;b&gt;everything&lt;/b&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and then when he(the ex) walks up to you to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you look good&lt;/b&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;you flutter your lashes and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i know&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;30 mins later he sends you an email&lt;br /&gt;had to leave....you were giving me &lt;b&gt;a woody&lt;/b&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;BINGO&lt;/b&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and so my brother thinks i am a good candidate for bba6&lt;br /&gt;i kinda think i would make interesting tv&lt;br /&gt;but i guess if i ever went for bba&lt;br /&gt;my mum would disown me&lt;br /&gt;Ibi would forget the cameras&lt;br /&gt;while i may not be the slut everyone hates but loves to watch&lt;br /&gt;my mother wont forgive me the kisses i &lt;b&gt;would &lt;/b&gt;steal.......wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i was 16&lt;br /&gt;i told myself i wanted to get married at 24 to a man who is 33&lt;br /&gt;i still prefer my men &lt;b&gt;way older &lt;/b&gt;than me.....&lt;br /&gt;mostly because older men know their own mind&lt;br /&gt;.......a man has to be &lt;b&gt;very sure of himself &lt;/b&gt;to &lt;b&gt;handle&lt;/b&gt; ibi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;younger men mostly irritate me&lt;br /&gt;yea i like to say exasperate&lt;br /&gt;but i'm mostly &lt;b&gt;irritated&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i turn 33 in a couple of months so if i am still hunting down&lt;br /&gt;my perect age gap-he would be &lt;b&gt;42&lt;/b&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;hence he must be married with kids...best case scenario widowed&lt;br /&gt;cos the other options are divorced or seperated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so am i trying to snatch,share someone's father and claim him as my baby?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;NO&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my uncle got married 3 months ago&lt;br /&gt;at 44 he was very single-never married-no kids&lt;br /&gt;so if Baba Loke wants to grant my wish for an older man&lt;br /&gt;he's out there.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if he thinks i am best suited to a 35,37,39 year old&lt;br /&gt;i'll take him&lt;br /&gt;i dont care for labels&lt;br /&gt;i'll even take a 25 year old&lt;br /&gt;heheheheeheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so HO told my pal that when we dated i didnt give a damn&lt;br /&gt;so i sent him a lengthy email&lt;br /&gt;met him at my Aunt's christmas party&lt;br /&gt;one of the first things he told me was........&lt;br /&gt;i dont drink....i dont smoke cos i am badddddd enuff without these vices&lt;br /&gt;then he goes on to say&lt;br /&gt;you know how people say omoluabi&lt;br /&gt;i am omo without the luabi&lt;br /&gt;which loosely translates to i am the baddest motherfucker you can lay your eyes on&lt;br /&gt;my Aunt scolded,threatened,quarrelled with me over the thing we had &lt;strike&gt;relationship&lt;/strike&gt; &lt;strike&gt;friends with benefits&lt;/strike&gt;...fuckbuddies&lt;br /&gt;but I had found out &lt;b&gt;by then &lt;/b&gt;that the sex was great&lt;br /&gt;and Ibi remembered that was *all* he put on the table&lt;br /&gt;it was &lt;b&gt;all i had to give &lt;/b&gt;as well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been 9 years we were an item and he says &lt;br /&gt;i didnt give a damn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i mirror the men in my life&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you give a damn-i will&lt;br /&gt;you treat me like dirt-i will return the favour&lt;br /&gt;before i kick ye to the kurb&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother pulls his weight around the flat&lt;br /&gt;i will cook him meals&lt;br /&gt;he doesnt.........he starves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my father actually foots *a* bill&lt;br /&gt;i will run my ass ragged when he sends me on errands&lt;br /&gt;as he never does-i dont run errands &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man in my life gives a shit-i will&lt;br /&gt;he acts like an ass-i will return the favour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hey Ubong....our friend is yellow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm slighty depressed at some shit that went down at work&lt;br /&gt;i'm most upset with self cos i see now what i should have done to avert the shit hitting the fan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont wear my emotions on my face or sleeve but it slowly trickles into everything i touch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and my support group isnt doing much to get me out of this rabbit hole i have fallen into&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;been a while i updated&lt;br /&gt;needed to vent....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm due for a day/nite out with my girls&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;calling them up now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we'll insult each other...tease each other mercilessly,laff and cry together and they'll give me the comfort i'm currently craving....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back soon peeps...........wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-1662973800777194992?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' 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height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-8184538814212150199</id><published>2010-12-05T16:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-12-05T16:34:19.382-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Club,PtP&amp;PhD's,Connection,Details,Love</title><content type='html'>So my cousin is in town for a couple of weeks &lt;br /&gt;after 9 years in the states&lt;br /&gt;so we decided to treat him to a nite out on the town&lt;br /&gt;na so i carry my tired bones and got &lt;br /&gt;into some short shorts and 6 inch heels&lt;br /&gt;even my best pal asked how i was gonna dance in them heels???&lt;br /&gt;but with the help of a glass of vodka and cranberry juice &lt;br /&gt;with lodsa ice and barbecue.... &lt;br /&gt;i managed 3 and a half hours of dancing&lt;br /&gt;deejay didnt make me loose my head but he try sha &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;such a far cry from wearing a pair of jeans and sneakers &lt;br /&gt;to a parry or club and dancing from 11pm till 5am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i don old o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheheheheheheheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love PhD's&lt;br /&gt;i Bless God that my man has one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pride myself on my PtP&lt;br /&gt;bite me if you dont believe it to be true&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand PsD's&lt;br /&gt;what does any woman need them for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i feel sympathy for PsP's....&lt;br /&gt;please visit Dr matlock&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wonder what they mean?&lt;br /&gt;pretty huge dick&lt;br /&gt;pretty tight pussy&lt;br /&gt;pretty small dicks&lt;br /&gt;pretty slack pussy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10 signs of a Perfect Girl: &lt;br /&gt;Truthful&lt;br /&gt;Intelligent&lt;br /&gt;Gentle&lt;br /&gt;Humble&lt;br /&gt;Talented&lt;br /&gt;Polite&lt;br /&gt;Understanding&lt;br /&gt;Sexy&lt;br /&gt;Smart&lt;br /&gt;Youthful&lt;br /&gt;In otherwords - T.I.G.H.T.P.U.S.S.Y!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the last man i told&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;responded by saying i think i love you&lt;br /&gt;at that tyme it was all i expected of him&lt;br /&gt;but then....months later..........i wanted more&lt;br /&gt;and his thoughts were no longer enough for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do believe i have said those same words to a man recently&lt;br /&gt;not sure if i have said it to his face though&lt;br /&gt;aeons after he first said it to me&lt;br /&gt;i do remember butterflies in my belly and my heart going fast &lt;br /&gt;when i heard him say it&lt;br /&gt;and i thought-&lt;b&gt;oh hell no&lt;/b&gt;!!!!!.....you dont..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have heard that there is a difference between &lt;b&gt;i love you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i am in love with you&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have found that it is easy to love someone&lt;br /&gt;someone does you a good deed &lt;br /&gt;u like dem so much....it feels like love....so you say it&lt;br /&gt;even if you dont really mean it.....&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;someone saves you from a bad situation&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;you spend a lot of tyme with someone&lt;br /&gt;i love you&lt;br /&gt;but when these people move away or you lose touch&lt;br /&gt;life goes on.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but what is it that makes you pine for someone &lt;br /&gt;after they have left your life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;sometimes its not even love &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my last boyf i pinned for......when it ended&lt;br /&gt;but when i got over him i realised i was happy &lt;br /&gt;we didnt end up as a couple&lt;br /&gt;cos what we really were was acquaintances who enjoyed good sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reason why being with Dee is soooooo glorious is cos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;with him&lt;/b&gt;............&lt;b&gt;i am me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can be goofy,silly,fart,dress like an ass,&lt;br /&gt;speak like an uncultured slum rat&lt;br /&gt;be this eloquent speaker,dress sexy,plain,official&lt;br /&gt;he is the older brother i dont have&lt;br /&gt;the friend i can get a man's perspective on.....&lt;b&gt;on anything&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one i call when i am hurt,sad,hollow,exasperated,angry,horny,need advice,need to laugh,sometimes just to hear dat sexy voice&lt;br /&gt;the one i am able to be me with....&lt;b&gt;no airs&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the one who has never once...judged me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was thinking back and i realised its been &lt;br /&gt;a while i had that kinda &lt;b&gt;connection&lt;/b&gt; with a man&lt;br /&gt;it occured to me that i have not in a long time &lt;br /&gt;being the real Ibi with a man&lt;br /&gt;what i am with him is the persona i decide to be &lt;br /&gt;so it gets old after a while and i want out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;unlike how i was with Star/Marl.....no airs.....&lt;br /&gt;odd how i was me with first two guys &lt;br /&gt;i dated and it just went downhill after dem two&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i held back&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i gave all of me and dem guys could not handle it&lt;br /&gt;so i conformed to what seemed to suit them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but thing is Ibi is too old to play charades&lt;br /&gt;you either love this small,shy,loudmouthed,foul mouthed&lt;br /&gt;eloquent,lovely voiced,dirty minded,sexy,talkative,lazy,indecisive,&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt;there are more adjectives but my wrist don dey pain me&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;sweet siren or you can go jump into the lagoon&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;feels great to have &lt;b&gt;this&lt;/b&gt; again.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its crazy how i was thinking forever with Mel &lt;br /&gt;but i couldnt talk to him about &lt;b&gt;everything and anything&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ubong wants to know why i only danced with my cousins at the club&lt;br /&gt;told him i dont pick guys at clubs&lt;br /&gt;i have gone out with guys i have met online&lt;br /&gt;at alumni meetings&lt;br /&gt;at other meetings&lt;br /&gt;at office parties&lt;br /&gt;at a friend's party&lt;br /&gt;at the workplace&lt;br /&gt;in uni&lt;br /&gt;friends of friends &lt;br /&gt;cos i need ur info&lt;br /&gt;verified info before i set out on the date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i neva go anywhere or hang out outside my home after 7pm &lt;br /&gt;without an sms or bbm to my cousin and my pal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they dont do same&lt;br /&gt;but its an old habit&lt;br /&gt;i always had to let mama know exactly where i was headed&lt;br /&gt;guess it stuck with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even with Dee outta town a lot&lt;br /&gt;he usually has a pretty good idea where i is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then i love this relationship because &lt;br /&gt;we have no boundaries &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;but on the other hand&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we do have boundaries neither of us will cross&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i experience jealousy sometimes? i do&lt;br /&gt;does he? i hope so&lt;br /&gt;do i experience an overwhelming need to possess? &lt;br /&gt;when he &lt;b&gt;impales&lt;/b&gt;(Ubong's favourite word) me....yesssssss&lt;br /&gt;will i ever do anything to hurt him?never&lt;br /&gt;just as i know for sure in my heart &lt;br /&gt;hell would freeze over before he hurt me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and then again i agree with this....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;"You know it's love when all you want &lt;br /&gt;is that person to be happy, &lt;br /&gt;even if you're not part of their happiness."&lt;br /&gt;- Julia Roberts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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title='Club,PtP&amp;PhD&apos;s,Connection,Details,Love'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-6897836930085769234</id><published>2010-11-07T15:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-11-07T15:19:39.851-08:00</updated><title type='text'>See bucket of ice cream oo</title><content type='html'>Hey peeps&lt;br /&gt;i have been away 3 months&lt;br /&gt;DAYYUMMMM!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in between being without impure thots cos of ramadhan-wink &lt;br /&gt;and treating malaria back to back thrice&lt;br /&gt;it was easy to neglect blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but The great has been bugging me to update&lt;br /&gt;and he did promise me ice cream..........&lt;br /&gt;oya o...as i don update.....if i no see ice cream&lt;br /&gt;i will defriend you ooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had a convo with a group of guys&lt;br /&gt;colleagues at work&lt;br /&gt;3 married guys and a girl&lt;br /&gt;the girl was venting&lt;br /&gt;saying her hubby would be castrated&lt;br /&gt;and be imprisoned if he strays and she catch am&lt;br /&gt;so i asked.........castrated and imprisoned for what?&lt;br /&gt;wetin the guy do whey he deserve such punishment?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as was expected, the guys hailed me and said please tell her jo&lt;br /&gt;two of them go on to say&lt;br /&gt;when their wives say&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord thank you for my hubby&lt;br /&gt;they get scared........&lt;br /&gt;well.....cos they know&lt;br /&gt;they do the nasty with others&lt;br /&gt;so it scares dem that their wives actually speak of them as loyal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the third guy didnt add his two pence&lt;br /&gt;his marriage is younger&lt;br /&gt;i think he hasnt strayed........(yet)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am not saying men should cheat&lt;br /&gt;i just dont see why a woman wont ask herself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;*why*&lt;/b&gt; he is cheating&lt;br /&gt;cos &lt;b&gt;reasonable&lt;/b&gt; men &lt;b&gt;*always*&lt;/b&gt; have a reason&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's hawter than wifey&lt;br /&gt;finer,leaner,fleshier,curvier,lighter skinned,bigger boobs&lt;br /&gt;whatever.....&lt;br /&gt;she shares his hobby(s)&lt;br /&gt;she loves to fuck&lt;br /&gt;she fucks him silly&lt;br /&gt;she is always ready to fuck&lt;br /&gt;she fulfils his sexual fantasies&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;b&gt;yup-sex is a major reason why peepe cheat&lt;/b&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;she listens to him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;she feeds his ego&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she babies him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;she understands damage control&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says she's sorry and means it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so if he cheats&lt;br /&gt;i hope you married your friend&lt;br /&gt;so you can ask him &lt;b&gt;why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;and i pray he can be honest&lt;br /&gt;cos every wise woman knows&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;you should neva allow your man's mind wander&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;their mind &lt;b&gt;always gets lost&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they have a short memory span&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 times out of ten&lt;br /&gt;its old men that become senile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many senile grandmothers do you know?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;gramps had 3 wives............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;no wonder&lt;/b&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;love you gramps&lt;br /&gt;miss you like crazy&lt;br /&gt;but i now see why you went that &lt;b&gt;route&lt;/b&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A pal called me up on my birthday&lt;br /&gt;to those of you who forgot....&lt;br /&gt;you just dont care &lt;b&gt;enuff&lt;/b&gt; in my books&lt;br /&gt;and if na so-then na so&lt;br /&gt;aguda o jeun labe geesi.......&lt;br /&gt;friendship no be by force&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Star surfaced on facebook&lt;br /&gt;my very first boyf&lt;br /&gt;i remember planning to elope with him&lt;br /&gt;aeons ago....*fluttering lashes*&lt;br /&gt;reality set in and several buxoms taller ladies later&lt;br /&gt;we fell apart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whenever either of us was between relationships&lt;br /&gt;its not like he was the best i eva had&lt;br /&gt;but it was easy to fall back into his bed&lt;br /&gt;last tyme we hooked up&lt;br /&gt;all he wanted to do was get me pregnant&lt;br /&gt;yup&lt;br /&gt;he wanted me pregnant so we could tie the knot he said&lt;br /&gt;he was tired of hopping around he said&lt;br /&gt;i detested the fact that &lt;br /&gt;he thought both parents would only be swayed by a pregnancy &lt;br /&gt;to let us walk down the aisle&lt;br /&gt;i didnt like the reason for the aisle walk&lt;br /&gt;moreover i wasnt ready to be a mother&lt;br /&gt;he wasnt ready to be a father either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a couple of months later he ranted...........&lt;br /&gt;ranted about how i needed to get off the pill&lt;br /&gt;or whatever i was using&lt;br /&gt;he did said he was irate&lt;br /&gt;all i saw in his features was...........relief&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to today&lt;br /&gt;the lovesick star is getting married sometime in 2011&lt;br /&gt;i am soooooo looking forward to the the rice&lt;br /&gt;(even though i was rooting for the babe before this one)&lt;br /&gt;babe is hawt!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;this one?&lt;br /&gt;she will grow on me.....&lt;br /&gt;he has chosen her......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you think it odd&lt;br /&gt;you dont know me..........those who do know&lt;br /&gt;know that &lt;b&gt;Ibi is a very good girlfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i stay cordial with every man i have ever &lt;strike&gt;fucked&lt;/strike&gt; dated&lt;br /&gt;except the one who could not fuck&lt;br /&gt;the one who wants to marry me and leave me in california&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strike&gt;while he fucks every thing in sight in lagos&lt;/strike&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;the one who wanted to sleep with my mother&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strike&gt;sleeping with a mother and daughter ensures long life in his village&lt;/strike&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;and two guys who seem to have dropped off the earth's surface&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and she(Ibi) will make some guy a very happy man soon &lt;br /&gt;i also plan to be a fabulous mother&lt;br /&gt;when i was 15&lt;br /&gt;my goal in life was&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;to be a wonderful wife and mother&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an aunt of mine has a very solid marriage&lt;br /&gt;and all i see in her is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;patience and wisdom&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two virtues i have an &lt;b&gt;abundance &lt;/b&gt;of&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my current goal?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i wanna be a billionaire so freaking bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shade and bukky are gisting&lt;br /&gt;how i go dey help my mate?shade says&lt;br /&gt;cos dude is probably a few years older than me&lt;br /&gt;his wifey cant be much older than me&lt;br /&gt;that is if she old reach me sef&lt;br /&gt;so how i go dey help my mate or my junior?&lt;br /&gt;she suppose fit fuck her dick well ke&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder why her dick keeps saying&lt;br /&gt;oh you are sooo tight&lt;br /&gt;you are soooo wet&lt;br /&gt;him wife neva born&lt;br /&gt;wetin dey make her pussy untight?&lt;br /&gt;abegi i tire&lt;br /&gt;i don delete teh guy o&lt;br /&gt;i cant justify to myself anymore this mate helping i dey do&lt;br /&gt;i would rather help my aunty's mate jare&lt;br /&gt;i was brought up to help my elders carry their load &lt;br /&gt;not my mate&lt;br /&gt;mschewwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it took a lot of willpower for me not to laugh out loud&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my closest female pal and i didnt speak for about 4 months&lt;br /&gt;we exchanged emails,jokes,messages,or whatever catches our fancy&lt;br /&gt;but no calls or hook ups&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently we had a reunion with a couple &lt;br /&gt;of oda peeps and we all just synced&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;she looses her job&lt;br /&gt;i ask an innocent question and she starts to hyperventilate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what it is about me that gets her mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Uti won!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;BBA5&lt;br /&gt;me.....i am glad that arrogant short prick didnt win&lt;br /&gt;who?&lt;br /&gt;Munya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;(people dey talk say Uti papa burial go rock!!!!!!!!!)&lt;br /&gt;human beings!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;wish him well&lt;br /&gt;and i hope he dumps Sheila fast&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand confused people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;and if you are bisexual or gay&lt;br /&gt;you are confused&lt;br /&gt;Q.E.D&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it is my blog&lt;br /&gt;i can say what i like&lt;br /&gt;if you dont like what i have to say&lt;br /&gt;go and sit inside gutter water&lt;br /&gt;if gutter no dey near you&lt;br /&gt;drink battery water&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;remember that machine(mi car) i bought for my birthday last year?&lt;br /&gt;i sold it&lt;br /&gt;it was planning to give me hypertension&lt;br /&gt;i have a wooden box &lt;br /&gt;donations are welkome&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;Ibi needs a new ride&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year for mi birthday?&lt;br /&gt;i shopped for new eyes,clothes,shoes and bags&lt;br /&gt;taxi neva finish for Lagos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hope i love sex as much as i do now when i get married&lt;br /&gt;my mind is in a perpetual state of filth&lt;br /&gt;it needs to be washed with izal,dettol,jik,persil,omo.....&lt;br /&gt;all i see in my mind's eye is &lt;b&gt;phallus&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i wanna do is &lt;b&gt;cum cum cum&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and oh dear&lt;br /&gt;oh God&lt;br /&gt;Oh my God&lt;br /&gt;i am definitely currently having the bestest sex of my life&lt;br /&gt;marra of fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;this guy makes love to me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not just about getting &lt;b&gt;sexually gratified&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its its its..........&lt;b&gt;cant fucking explain it&lt;/b&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;mwah sweetim&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my colleague is going away to born pikin&lt;br /&gt;5 months she will be away&lt;br /&gt;see how my life just got easier?????&lt;br /&gt;i have her duties plus mine&lt;br /&gt;they say i just got more relevant in the work place&lt;br /&gt;so i should embrace it&lt;br /&gt;i dont mind ooooooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i just need half of her salary&lt;/b&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-6897836930085769234?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6897836930085769234/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=6897836930085769234' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/6897836930085769234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/6897836930085769234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2010/11/see-bucket-of-ice-cream-oo.html' title='See bucket of ice cream oo'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-1744228866631191439</id><published>2010-08-08T17:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-08-08T17:06:14.484-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Baby....We not talking....My Past....Bullet...Cruella...</title><content type='html'>Always be my baby by Mariah Carey Cannon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be a part of me&lt;br /&gt;i'm a part of you indefinitely&lt;br /&gt;boy don't you know you can't escape me&lt;br /&gt;ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;and we'll linger on &lt;br /&gt;time can't erase a feeling this strong&lt;br /&gt;no way you're never gonna shake me&lt;br /&gt;ooh darling cause you'll always be my baby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This song was the theme song for me and star&lt;br /&gt;well it was the song in my head &lt;br /&gt;everything i thought of him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am still in love by new edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'm still the man for you&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still the man that's true&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still the man who's lucky&lt;br /&gt;And I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;It don't matter what your friends do&lt;br /&gt;They're just jealous of me and you&lt;br /&gt;And I'll always keep you happy&lt;br /&gt;'Cause I'm still in love with you&lt;br /&gt;I'm still in love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this was the song in my head when &lt;br /&gt;he left me for a jambite&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard the first song whilst &lt;br /&gt;getting my nails done today&lt;br /&gt;and i remembered him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;star&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i loved dat man&lt;br /&gt;first cut is the deepest they say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but my mum would never have let us be&lt;br /&gt;t'wasnt cos he was a xtian&lt;br /&gt;it was cos he was 19 i was 18 &lt;br /&gt;and we both had AS as genotypes&lt;br /&gt;he turned 33 a few hours ago&lt;br /&gt;8th aug&lt;br /&gt;i decided not to facebook or email him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont care for ex's dat dont keep in touch&lt;br /&gt;just a line&lt;br /&gt;email,messenger,facbook-something&lt;br /&gt;and then when &lt;b&gt;i&lt;/b&gt; drop a line &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;they ignore it&lt;/b&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;or take me off their friend list&lt;br /&gt;i guess its cos some people need closure&lt;br /&gt;i am not built that way&lt;br /&gt;i dont go having relationships &lt;br /&gt;with every thing that has a third leg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so it irritates me&lt;br /&gt;when a person i consider friend &lt;br /&gt;takes me off their list&lt;br /&gt;or ignores my emails/sms/facebooking etc&lt;br /&gt;just cos he considers me an ex?&lt;br /&gt;i would have thought &lt;b&gt;i the female &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;should be the one exiting people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have always being&lt;b&gt; a very good girlfriend&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the relationship &lt;b&gt;mite not work&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if it wont, i dont wanna stop being friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wont be all up in ur biz&lt;br /&gt;but actually removing me from ya friends list is &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;unpardonable in my books&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mcshewwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh and i always remember people's bday's&lt;br /&gt;but in the last year&lt;br /&gt;i decided&lt;br /&gt;u forget mine&lt;br /&gt;i forget urs&lt;br /&gt;Q.E.D&lt;br /&gt;that is also an unpardonable crime in my books&lt;br /&gt;send an email,flash me,text me,facebook me&lt;br /&gt;do something&lt;br /&gt;but if you forget the day i was born&lt;br /&gt;i will forget yours&lt;br /&gt;and even if its a cruise you invite me to&lt;br /&gt;i aiint coming&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i choose my friends carefully &lt;br /&gt;so if anyone wants to defriend me&lt;br /&gt;good ridance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to my pal&lt;br /&gt;we havent talked in a little over 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;well we went at each other pretty much&lt;br /&gt;i just told her some shit she was always getting herself into&lt;br /&gt;and she decided to recount how i was celibate for 8months &lt;br /&gt;cos no guy wanted my punani&lt;br /&gt;and how i used to have flings&lt;br /&gt;and how i used to..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i told her&lt;br /&gt;pretty much &lt;b&gt;used to&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you still havent learnt from your mistakes seemingly&lt;br /&gt;i learnt from mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love sex&lt;br /&gt;but i always know when a man is around me &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;just for sex&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;b&gt;it is possible &lt;/b&gt;to have something deep &lt;br /&gt;with a person which no one else undertands&lt;br /&gt;which &lt;b&gt;wont lead &lt;/b&gt;to the altar&lt;br /&gt;people dont need to understand why/how each person lives dia life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i just am tired of listening to her bemoan her single status &lt;br /&gt;and i think she looks for a husband in every 3rd legged homo sapiens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she buys a wedding dress (in her mind)&lt;br /&gt;with every guy that says hi to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it irritates me to my core&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na so to marry dey hungry person?&lt;br /&gt;you meet a guy monday&lt;br /&gt;and by friday you are checking out &lt;br /&gt;if his crib looks like it is ready for female habitation?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh well&lt;br /&gt;the last tyme she upped away from &lt;b&gt;my friendship&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she didnt speak to me for a year&lt;br /&gt;she came back after she broke up with &lt;br /&gt;her then boyfriend of 9yrs&lt;br /&gt;oh i was also accused of being happy &lt;br /&gt;that said relationship didnt lead to the altar&lt;br /&gt;even though i found out about the break up&lt;br /&gt;5months after it happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont do female drama well&lt;br /&gt;i may have my own share&lt;br /&gt;but i have too much male in me to handle it&lt;br /&gt;so when a friend/relative lays down the drama queen attitude?&lt;br /&gt;i ignore them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I stole this-its cute!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;My Past....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I do not fear it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Rather.....&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I embrace it&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Because whether I triumphed or &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whether I screwed up&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I cannot change it now&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;But it has made me strong&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;It is…………………&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;MY PAST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a new vib&lt;br /&gt;remember how i gave the old one &lt;br /&gt;too much love and killed it?&lt;br /&gt;i dont like dildos&lt;br /&gt;but my clitoris and my new toy &lt;br /&gt;are great friendssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruella?&lt;br /&gt;spawn of the devil?&lt;br /&gt;she dey.....&lt;br /&gt;we are pretty much keeping each other at arms length&lt;br /&gt;i love the new Ibi vs Cruella office mood&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-1744228866631191439?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1744228866631191439/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=1744228866631191439' title='21 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/1744228866631191439'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/1744228866631191439'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2010/08/babywe-not-talkingmy-pastbulletcruella.html' title='Baby....We not talking....My Past....Bullet...Cruella...'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>21</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-2877409895075410241</id><published>2010-07-11T17:21:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-07-11T17:21:51.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its On...Wicked....Married vs single.......Sneaky....</title><content type='html'>&lt;b&gt;I've got on red nails&lt;br /&gt;i've got on a sleek hairdo&lt;br /&gt;i've a mini dress &lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna pamper my skin&lt;br /&gt;then get a bikini wax.....&lt;br /&gt;its on dearie.....it's on....&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;She's soooooooo wicked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;If i was dating a married man&lt;br /&gt;i wouldn't encroach on his personal space&lt;br /&gt;See...Dad had 2 other mum's&lt;br /&gt;Mum had 2 other mum's&lt;br /&gt;so i come from a generation of &lt;b&gt;women who share&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;friends find it odd when i say i &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; share&lt;br /&gt;my very first boyfriend couldnt understand &lt;br /&gt;why i never got mad when he cheated on me&lt;br /&gt;if i asked...did you? and he says...no&lt;br /&gt;it was all i wanted to hear&lt;br /&gt;it meant(to me)&lt;br /&gt;if i was married to his ass&lt;br /&gt;she was still a girlfriend or a mistress &lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;def not a mate(for me)&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;squeeze your face all you want&lt;br /&gt;spit all you want&lt;br /&gt;i come from a family of women who share&lt;br /&gt;and i have no issues &lt;b&gt;sharing if i have to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;i just want the sharing to be &lt;b&gt;fair&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so back to my story&lt;br /&gt;if i was dating a married man&lt;br /&gt;and his wife's pic is his screensaver&lt;br /&gt;it would not bother me&lt;br /&gt;if i was dating a married man and he,wifey and the kids&lt;br /&gt;did london-dubai-US for three weeks and all i get is a perfume&lt;br /&gt;it would not bother me&lt;br /&gt;if i was dating a married man and he talked about his plans&lt;br /&gt;his dreams,his biz and all this had wifey and kids in it and no me&lt;br /&gt;it would not bother me&lt;br /&gt;if i was dating a married man and he always had money for madam and the kids and all i ever get is a measely financial boost one every few months it wouldnt bother me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would enjoy every minute i get with him&lt;br /&gt;not mind (so much)about the dates that get canclled&lt;br /&gt;cos jnr fell ill or daughter had a recital he couldnt miss&lt;br /&gt;or madam needed him at home to put on the gen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you know why?&lt;br /&gt;she freaking owns him&lt;br /&gt;and he owes her.....&lt;br /&gt;he swore before God and man to be there for her....always &lt;br /&gt;and his *unborn children*&lt;br /&gt;what I have with him I cant justify when i go down on my knees&lt;br /&gt;what she has with him she can justify everyday....to everyone &lt;br /&gt;and to the *supreme being*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i digress....&lt;br /&gt;its hard to judge why people cheat on their spouses&lt;br /&gt;or why single people date married people&lt;br /&gt;some girlfriends will become second,third or fourth wives&lt;br /&gt;some girlfriends will be elevated to mistresses&lt;br /&gt;some will bear the term the *the mother of my children*&lt;br /&gt;some girlfriends will have their relationship fizzle out&lt;br /&gt;some girlfriends will eventually become that girl you used to shag&lt;br /&gt;but whose husband you now play golf with&lt;br /&gt;the one who helps your wife understand you berra&lt;br /&gt;is there when you need someone to talk to&lt;br /&gt;but cos you are both married&lt;br /&gt;neither of you will cheat on their spouse&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I consider her a friend-she's like the sister&lt;br /&gt;i dont have&lt;br /&gt;everyone else in my life doesnt get me as much as she does&lt;br /&gt;.......but when she told me&lt;br /&gt;she sent an sms to her Tolu's wife (her married boo's wife)&lt;br /&gt;...........*&lt;b&gt;i'm pregnant for Tolu&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i told her&lt;br /&gt;she is wicked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i still cant comprehend it&lt;br /&gt;then she says&lt;br /&gt;her emotions run deep&lt;br /&gt;she wants him to marry her&lt;br /&gt;she is mad about having aborted the pregnancy last yr&lt;br /&gt;(i just found out about this abortion)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;granted&lt;/b&gt; wifey calls her up&lt;br /&gt;send curses her way....etc&lt;br /&gt;but wifey &lt;b&gt;can&lt;/b&gt; do that shit&lt;br /&gt;even though her pulling such stunts means she's &lt;b&gt;crass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;cos women who have class know...&lt;br /&gt;if u are mad at hubby&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;b&gt;punish ur man&lt;/b&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;ignore&lt;/b&gt; the litle hussy who has her claws in ur man&lt;br /&gt;oh did i tell u&lt;br /&gt;when Tolu needs to go out and &lt;br /&gt;he sends an sms to wifey saying where he is gonna be&lt;br /&gt;it annoys my pal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention&lt;br /&gt;said pal was devastated by her father's &lt;br /&gt;actions when he got a second wifey cos &lt;br /&gt;her mama was relegated to the warehouse&lt;br /&gt;(felt like it)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid girl probably doesnt remember what &lt;br /&gt;it was like growing up in &lt;b&gt;her home &lt;/b&gt;anymore&lt;br /&gt;she has her eyes set on becoming &lt;b&gt;the *other* woman &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;b&gt;appalled&lt;/b&gt; at her&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;b&gt;mad&lt;/b&gt; at her&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;b&gt;surprised&lt;/b&gt; that she learnt nurrin &lt;br /&gt;from her parents's situation&lt;br /&gt;and i still think&lt;br /&gt;she is &lt;b&gt;down right wicked&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get invited to a wedding&lt;br /&gt;if the groom is my pal and i know &lt;b&gt;only him&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chances are.....i wont attend&lt;br /&gt;i just appreciate being invited&lt;br /&gt;if the bride is my friend and i know &lt;b&gt;only her&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;chances are.....i wont attend&lt;br /&gt;i just appreciate being invited&lt;br /&gt;but i will buy the aso ebi&lt;br /&gt;if i and some other peeps are friends with &lt;br /&gt;either or both the groom and or bride&lt;br /&gt;chances are.......i will attend&lt;br /&gt;I and other friends can keep ourselves company &lt;br /&gt;if the couple forgets to &lt;b&gt;plan for us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/b&gt;i've been to weddings that i dont even get a sip of water&lt;br /&gt;sorry folks&lt;br /&gt;bad planning by couple&lt;br /&gt;cos your friends wont chase after the caterer or your mama&lt;br /&gt;so if noone is detailed to entertain them&lt;br /&gt;they will share your happy day but &lt;br /&gt;stay hungry and dehydrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..........&lt;br /&gt;what is it with peeps who get married and dont tell you?&lt;br /&gt;it &lt;b&gt;feels&lt;/b&gt; sneaky...........&lt;b&gt;i hate sneaky&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i understand about peeps needing to have quiet weddings&lt;br /&gt;i understand about peeps not wanting you at their weddings&lt;br /&gt;but you can send me an sms,mail,chat,post,ping,buzz&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i'm getting married soon&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont even hint me about date or venue&lt;br /&gt;i'll know you informed me even if you didnt invite me&lt;br /&gt;i get so upset when i get to facebook&lt;br /&gt;and another status has changed&lt;br /&gt;i guess people forget to invite peeps&lt;br /&gt;once again&lt;br /&gt;all &lt;b&gt;i need &lt;/b&gt;is to be &lt;b&gt;informed&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;i dont need to be invited&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i may not even honour the invite&lt;br /&gt;but when i dont hear about it and a week later&lt;br /&gt;your status changes on facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;it upsets me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i care....&lt;br /&gt;becos you see only the people i care about &lt;br /&gt;......are able to hurt me&lt;br /&gt;with their words and or deeds&lt;br /&gt;it tells me said friend doesnt care as much as i do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend tells me to shut up about it&lt;br /&gt;i wont invite everyone she tells me&lt;br /&gt;i know i wont&lt;br /&gt;i honestly want a wedding of about 30 people&lt;br /&gt;but my mum gets to be mother of the bride &lt;b&gt;once&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;me&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i may have to let her invite the &lt;br /&gt;whole town like i know she wants,needs to&lt;br /&gt;but we may compromise &lt;br /&gt;i really would love a nikkah of about 30 peeps &lt;br /&gt;then a big reception(to please my mum and the clan)&lt;br /&gt;months or even a year later.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm not bothering myself about it yet anyways&lt;br /&gt;i need me a yam supplier first&lt;br /&gt;(42 tubers of yam)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img 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single.......Sneaky....'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-7689600579772830985</id><published>2010-06-13T16:48:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-06-13T18:01:33.735-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lion King,Preggies,Passwords,</title><content type='html'>Finally saw lion king at my salon&lt;br /&gt;yup i know..........&lt;br /&gt;where have i been?&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had another convo with my uncle&lt;br /&gt;his take....pregnant women are &lt;strong&gt;delicious&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says if a man has a long dong&lt;br /&gt;all he needs to do is stay away from his wife in her first trimester&lt;br /&gt;soon as she hits the 4th month or did he say 5th month?&lt;br /&gt;he can carry go....shagging as he pleases&lt;br /&gt;.....his take...a pregnant woman secretes more&lt;br /&gt;hence allowing for berra lubrication&lt;br /&gt;and preggies enjoy the sex too&lt;br /&gt;so why say cos wifey is preggers; no sex&lt;br /&gt;please try it he advises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you shall not be disappointed he assures you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh he also said some babies have come screaming &lt;br /&gt;into this world with semen all over them&lt;br /&gt;(now i know why his wifey had those miscarraiges)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my uncle has a long dong&lt;br /&gt;my uncle has a long dong&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why do people put passwords on their fones?&lt;br /&gt;it irritates the shit outta me&lt;br /&gt;i tried it once&lt;br /&gt;doesnt work for me&lt;br /&gt;having to put a password in, &lt;strong&gt;every tyme &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needed to make a call or send an sms&lt;br /&gt;was frustrating for me&lt;br /&gt;the password lasted 20mins&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont scroll thru people's stuff&lt;br /&gt;its just not me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i however hate it&lt;br /&gt;absolutely hate it when people go thru my stuff&lt;br /&gt;fones,drawers,bag &lt;strong&gt;in my absence&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;in part&lt;/strong&gt; cos i always place things a&lt;strong&gt; certain way&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so, if that order is tampered with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it annoys the shit outta me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if someone wants to read my emails,sms,go thru my pics&lt;br /&gt;help yaself&lt;br /&gt;anything you see that bothers you&lt;br /&gt;please take it to your grave&lt;br /&gt;remember ignorance is bliss&lt;br /&gt;and opening pandoras box &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;brings on grave consequences&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh..........&lt;br /&gt;this &lt;strong&gt;thrush &lt;/strong&gt;has refused to go away&lt;br /&gt;need to see my doc....i ususally dont self medicate&lt;br /&gt;but how many women dont self medicate when it comes to thrush???&lt;br /&gt;its like part of our daily lives.....&lt;br /&gt;maybe i can sneak in a pap smear&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-7689600579772830985?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7689600579772830985/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=7689600579772830985' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/7689600579772830985'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/7689600579772830985'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2010/06/lion-kingpreggiespasswords.html' title='Lion King,Preggies,Passwords,'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-3792154063359069374</id><published>2010-05-31T00:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-31T00:45:45.474-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mi Blog is Three!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;My Blog is 3 today&lt;br /&gt;Yippie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He is fabulous with his tongue&lt;br /&gt;he has a small phallus(she told me)&lt;br /&gt;he is possessive&lt;br /&gt;checks her fone,stresses over everything&lt;br /&gt;wonders how as a markerter in a bank&lt;br /&gt;she seems homely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his possessiveness drove her nuts and she said HELL NO&lt;br /&gt;after all the dick no dey *fill* her neways&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 months later he marries his ex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's been married about 10 months now &lt;br /&gt;and word from him is his wife has not fucked him in 8 months&lt;br /&gt;not even a kiss he says&lt;br /&gt;his ex(my pal) and i are wondering if na the smallness of the dick &lt;br /&gt;dey cause marital issues&lt;br /&gt;why she marry am?&lt;br /&gt;cos no sex after ONLY 2 months of marital bliss?&lt;br /&gt;or is she pregnant?&lt;br /&gt;well we didnt ask cos some wives tend to close shop &lt;br /&gt;when they get pregnant&lt;br /&gt;but then again&lt;br /&gt;is it a case of two sexually incompatible people getting married?&lt;br /&gt;but why do men marry women with whom they are not sexually compatible?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but like my cousin says........&lt;strong&gt;wives change&lt;/strong&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin told me&lt;br /&gt;these days after 2 kids he has to beg for &lt;strong&gt;*it*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes he needs to buy a gift for wifey&lt;br /&gt;before she lets him have &lt;strong&gt;sum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is a woman who would give it to him just about everywhere &lt;br /&gt;and anytyme when they were dating&lt;br /&gt;so is it the kids that tire her so much???&lt;br /&gt;i no know why her man has to beg for it o&lt;br /&gt;he confessed to loving the tyme work sent him to SA&lt;br /&gt;he &lt;strong&gt;sowed his oats &lt;/strong&gt;he says.......&lt;br /&gt;now he is back and he is begging for it all over again&lt;br /&gt;for some reason he has no plans to cheat on her &lt;strong&gt;in naija&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he is running out of his mind..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i KNOW there's more to a marriage than sex&lt;br /&gt;but THUNDER fire anyone that tells me &lt;br /&gt;IT IS NOT IMPORTANT!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;colleague of mine&lt;br /&gt;his wife had a miscarriage after 3 months&lt;br /&gt;when she got pregnant the second time&lt;br /&gt;*his words*............&lt;strong&gt;she closed shop&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;up and down shop he says&lt;br /&gt;she for at least open the top shop he said&lt;br /&gt;but she was sore.....&lt;br /&gt;shop was closed for 9 months and now the baby is here&lt;br /&gt;shop is still closed.......&lt;br /&gt;(i know there is a 6 week no sex after baby rule)&lt;br /&gt;its been 3 months since the baby came&lt;br /&gt;he MUST be a saint cos i know him well enuff(i think) to know&lt;br /&gt;he probably has mastered the art of masturbating&lt;br /&gt;or he just cant,wont sleep with others to let go of his sexual tension&lt;br /&gt;cos he tells me almost on a daily,how sexually frustrated he is&lt;br /&gt;i always give him a great big hug and tell him to hang in there.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another colleague has the same scenario&lt;br /&gt;miscarriage and shop closed&lt;br /&gt;but with him???all he needs is a willing female&lt;br /&gt;who knows??? he may already have a few....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love sex......after i discovered it...&lt;br /&gt;i keep wondering if pregnancy and kids &lt;br /&gt;will keep away from *my* phallus&lt;br /&gt;cos i know when i decide &lt;strong&gt;to have and to hold&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;one for the rest of me life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gotta be &lt;strong&gt;a pretty good specimen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;else why would i wanna &lt;strong&gt;forsake all others&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;so if i decide to forsake all others&lt;br /&gt;how can he be sexually frustrated if we are in the same bed???&lt;br /&gt;ok fine-some days/nights-one or both of us is too tired&lt;br /&gt;some days/nights...one or both of us is mad....so there will be no soundtracks&lt;br /&gt;some days/nights...I or he will be away&lt;br /&gt;i can understand a few days of madness in personal lifes and no sex happens&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;br /&gt;man &lt;br /&gt;woman &lt;br /&gt;bed&lt;br /&gt;court documents signed to say sex is legal&lt;br /&gt;yams exchanged&lt;br /&gt;dowries paid in families where dowries are accepted&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and one month&lt;br /&gt;two months&lt;br /&gt;then to hear 8 months&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NO FREAKING NOOKIE&lt;/strong&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;WHAT IS THE WORLD COMING TO&lt;/strong&gt;???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;wives stop letting those women outside outshine you jo&lt;br /&gt;so even if and when he gets sum on the outside&lt;br /&gt;because some men will...........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;homeboy knows for sure that when he gets home&lt;br /&gt;madam will fuck him like a porn star&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know someone who is in love with a man who has &lt;br /&gt;4 wives and 9 children&lt;br /&gt;She is seperated from her own husband&lt;br /&gt;her husband has remarried or is currently cohabiting &lt;br /&gt;with another woman who has a son for him&lt;br /&gt;and he is asking for a divorce&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what i dont understand is&lt;br /&gt;she gets into a relationship after her seperation and it is &lt;br /&gt;with a man with 4 wives????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos for a woman to be number 5&lt;br /&gt;guy must have &lt;strong&gt;DIRTY MONEY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wrinkle your nose all you want&lt;br /&gt;shake your head if you will&lt;br /&gt;but something must make a woman wanna be number 5&lt;br /&gt;if you dont know what i mean&lt;br /&gt;ever been near a compost heap?&lt;br /&gt;see how bad it smells and affects you?&lt;br /&gt;yels money that does that to a person&lt;br /&gt;heheheheheheeheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm a muslim.....almost everyone i'm related to &lt;br /&gt;is a polygamist&lt;br /&gt;i come from a world where polygamy &lt;br /&gt;is encouraged and accepted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;man takes a second wife...no need to crucify him&lt;br /&gt;if we are able to know the inner workings of the man's mind&lt;br /&gt;more often than naught...he has a valid reason....&lt;br /&gt;hard to believe i know&lt;br /&gt;wrinkle your nose&lt;br /&gt;shake ya head&lt;br /&gt;spit on the floor if you will&lt;br /&gt;if the guy is not a promiscous fuckhead&lt;br /&gt;there is usually a valid reason......Q.E.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but when he takes a third and a fourth&lt;br /&gt;he is either a confirmed polygamist.....hehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;or a KING&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so help me ask this person i know&lt;br /&gt;is madness worrying her?&lt;br /&gt;she has been crying ooooo&lt;br /&gt;begging him(Mr 4 wives) to come back&lt;br /&gt;cos her elder sister made a big fuss and &lt;br /&gt;Oga said im no do again&lt;br /&gt;me i dey wonder gan ni&lt;br /&gt;number 5? &lt;br /&gt;9 children?&lt;br /&gt;so her kid if any...will be number 10?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if his money isnt smelling...yea dirty money smells....&lt;br /&gt;there is no basis for number 5ism&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos if he is a pussy eater&lt;br /&gt;he probably has eaten 4 pussys before he heads to yours&lt;br /&gt;if he is a kisser&lt;br /&gt;that 4 pussy eating mouth will pass you saliva????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AAAAAAAARRRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abi i lie?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dick enter pussy 1,2,3,4 then hers&lt;br /&gt;mouth chop pussy 1,2,3,4 then hers&lt;br /&gt;mouth exchanges saliva with mouth 1,2,3,4 then hers&lt;br /&gt;moreover if he's shagging her(she's not his wife is she?)&lt;br /&gt;then he is shagging others!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and (whisper)your average married man doesnt use condoms&lt;br /&gt;well he's gotten used to, not needing to wear the damn thing&lt;br /&gt;matter of fact....most married phalluses detest *the sheath*&lt;br /&gt;I hear peeps attest to it(men and women alike)&lt;br /&gt;once you put a sheath on such a dick&lt;br /&gt;dick goes to sleep&lt;br /&gt;so her own Oga is probably going sheathless &lt;br /&gt;into some 5 pussys and counting????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ohhhhhhhhhhhhh the things we endure!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;yes...............we....&lt;br /&gt;you,I and all of us whey dey shag.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-3792154063359069374?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3792154063359069374/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=3792154063359069374' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3792154063359069374'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3792154063359069374'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2010/05/mi-blog-is-three.html' title='Mi Blog is Three!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-634754220423124302</id><published>2010-05-18T18:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-05-20T18:40:02.530-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Polygamy,Puker,Preggy,Marriage,Webcams....</title><content type='html'>So my uncle says&lt;br /&gt;polygamous men live longer lives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with one wife&lt;br /&gt;she could kill him so she can get all he has&lt;br /&gt;with 2 wives&lt;br /&gt;if one is trying to do away with him&lt;br /&gt;the other is making sure he stays alive &lt;br /&gt;with three&lt;br /&gt;even better..........&lt;br /&gt;all 3 wives want him around long enuff...else&lt;br /&gt;who will fend for their upkeep with him gone???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he ended the convo by saying he is getting himself &lt;br /&gt;wife number two a few years from now&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was one of those irritating kids&lt;br /&gt;if we went to a petrol station&lt;br /&gt;i will puke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i went on a plane ride&lt;br /&gt;i will puke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it was a bus ride,so long as i had a meal &lt;br /&gt;before embarking on the journey&lt;br /&gt;i will puke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if a man decidded to puff beside me&lt;br /&gt;i will puke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky me-papa didnt smoke&lt;br /&gt;uncles who did............&lt;br /&gt;stayed away from me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can now feast before and during plane rides,bus rides&lt;br /&gt;trips to the petrol station&lt;br /&gt;without puking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for men who smoke&lt;br /&gt;i've dated and even dreamt of being married to 3&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;see how people change&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Pal is pregnant!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;happy for her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At first she was sad&lt;br /&gt;now she seems resigned to the situation&lt;br /&gt;her fiance is not around&lt;br /&gt;so i guess the idea of long cold alone nights &lt;br /&gt;na im cause all the cry cry&lt;br /&gt;i sooooo look forward to seeing her with her &lt;strong&gt;bump&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heheheheheheeheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Am i weird&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly dont give a damn about the institution marriage....yet&lt;br /&gt;my cousin &lt;strong&gt;disgusts&lt;/strong&gt; me&lt;br /&gt;every freaking sentence&lt;br /&gt;she cant wait to be outta here&lt;br /&gt;in her own home&lt;br /&gt;she cant wait to be married&lt;br /&gt;funny thing is&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt look,act the part(&lt;strong&gt;potential wife&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;wish her well sha..........na she sabi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i keep telling people to stop being worried &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not worried.......werrin dia own??&lt;br /&gt;coupledom will happen for me&lt;br /&gt;cos even the Lord knows i'm not yet mentally and emotionally ready&lt;br /&gt;dats why he's keeping the &lt;strong&gt;yam buyer &lt;/strong&gt;away&lt;br /&gt;(yup...........future husband of mine owes my family 42 tubers of yam)&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for &lt;strong&gt;webcams&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine suppose don blow&lt;br /&gt;the things we get up to...&lt;br /&gt;kai...............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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&lt;strong&gt;motor&lt;/strong&gt;(heheheheheheheh)&lt;br /&gt;and a downstairs in the dark hug mean say&lt;br /&gt;make &lt;strong&gt;mama and or papa &lt;/strong&gt;no catch them...&lt;br /&gt;hehehehehehehehehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mind me not&lt;br /&gt;just feeling evil&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must be all the pettyness Cruella spreads my way&lt;br /&gt;must be rubbing off.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I MISS FELA ANIKULAPO KUTI&lt;br /&gt;his music.......&lt;br /&gt;used to own a few tapes&lt;br /&gt;cant find my old tapes&lt;br /&gt;need to go get me some cd's&lt;br /&gt;i remember boyfriend i was dating then &lt;br /&gt;used to say i acted possessed whilst listening to his music&lt;br /&gt;guy threathened to throw my tapes out&lt;br /&gt;kept my tapes away from him&lt;br /&gt;and indulged in my obsession or possession whenever he wasnt around&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When a guy stops taking your calls,wont email,text,visit....&lt;br /&gt;is he breaking up with ya?&lt;br /&gt;I think he is.....&lt;br /&gt;My cousin finally read the writing on the wall&lt;br /&gt;guy is an ass though&lt;br /&gt;a man can get most things he wants without dangling the M word&lt;br /&gt;cos when you do dangle then misbehave....i really just wonder&lt;br /&gt;i know some men do that, cos it seems thats all the girl wants to hear&lt;br /&gt;i think its decidedly evil though to dangle the M word with a babe &lt;br /&gt;who is soooooo ready to be married&lt;br /&gt;when there are soooooooo many other girls that will let you do as you please&lt;br /&gt;with each realising thats all there is to it......sex and or friendship&lt;br /&gt;no in-laws,no wedding,no kids ever.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again, why is that once *sum* babes dont hear Marriage dey wont date&lt;br /&gt;NOT EVERY MAN IS USEFUL FOR THE LONG HAUL&lt;br /&gt;sometimes all a man is good for......is his dick&lt;br /&gt;sometimes his money&lt;br /&gt;sometimes he can get you up the corporate ladder&lt;br /&gt;or he is just that darling friend who helps you sieve the good from the bad&lt;br /&gt;cos,well he is male.....&lt;br /&gt;cos they have a code-a man always knows-&lt;br /&gt;so whenever your male friend tells you to let that guy go&lt;br /&gt;drop him fast.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lynette of &lt;strong&gt;desperate housewives &lt;/strong&gt;can always get Tom to do what she wants&lt;br /&gt;its like, what she says is what gets done&lt;br /&gt;Tom says letting her get her way makes her feel safe&lt;br /&gt;cos her childhood was wack&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In &lt;strong&gt;will you merry me&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;The fathers told the son&lt;br /&gt;the secret to a happy marriage is deciding if you wanna be right or happy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so they choose to be happy&lt;br /&gt;hence they let their wives get away with most things&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt that a *white* thing&lt;br /&gt;In Naija...........what the guy wants, is all that matters...true?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think in every relationship&lt;br /&gt;there has to be balance.........compromise&lt;br /&gt;with each couple there should always be the one dat can back down first&lt;br /&gt;so peace can reign......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I like to talk things through when i'm calm&lt;br /&gt;I hate to argue when i'm angry or mite get angry&lt;br /&gt;at that point-silence is what i'll dish out&lt;br /&gt;but when i'm calm...........&lt;br /&gt;i can be sooooo annoying&lt;br /&gt;cos i wont stop talking till u see it my way&lt;br /&gt;or pretend to see it my way&lt;br /&gt;and i'll enjoy it immensely cos i'm calm and &lt;br /&gt;whoever it is,is probably pissed or headed there....&lt;br /&gt;*evil grin*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' 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title='Stroll,Fela,M-word,Compromise....'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-186896238396936868</id><published>2010-04-12T21:19:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-04-12T21:25:13.848-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Padded,Customers,NYSC,Lastma,Hurt,Understand????</title><content type='html'>I saw a girl a few days ago....she walked past me&lt;br /&gt;she looked padded............&lt;br /&gt;Ay and I used to *pad*.........way back in uni&lt;br /&gt;wear 1 or 2 pairs of shorts underneath our outfit(s)&lt;br /&gt;looking at ourselves,we thought&lt;br /&gt;we didnt pass for members of &lt;strong&gt;nassatall&lt;/strong&gt;(no ass at all)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but seeing the young padded lady 2 days ago&lt;br /&gt;she sure looked padded......so i guess&lt;br /&gt;we probably didnt succeed in our quest to look like we had bigger butts&lt;br /&gt;and people could see we had some extra padding to back then&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;isnt it just mad when conductors harrass their passengers&lt;br /&gt;arent passengers the customers?&lt;br /&gt;isnt the customer always right????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told the nysc guy in my office&lt;br /&gt;he needs to find a way to keep busy&lt;br /&gt;being online means he's idle&lt;br /&gt;which is ok....if he doesnt get caught&lt;br /&gt;he got caught yet again today&lt;br /&gt;my boss actually said&lt;br /&gt;he's always online...........&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what Cruella will say in her mail tom..........&lt;br /&gt;she loves to make things *official*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;monday morning&lt;br /&gt;saw a dead kid on the road&lt;br /&gt;bus/car....something hit him/her and left him/her dia&lt;br /&gt;lastma vs agberos and bus drivers had a faceoff&lt;br /&gt;dey say......lastma oppresses dem&lt;br /&gt;lastma says dey stop to pick and drop passengers &lt;br /&gt;at busstops dat are not designated&lt;br /&gt;na the peeps whey dey stranded for busstops i pity&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it shouldnt hurt when ex's get engaged,married,have kids abi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it does&lt;/strong&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;it hurts less if he/she has nurrin on a person&lt;br /&gt;but if he/she has a mate whey fyne.....maybe pass the person&lt;br /&gt;it hurts..........&lt;br /&gt;its way easier to accept their coupledom if their other half is fugly/stupid&lt;br /&gt;and the one who gets married first........  &lt;br /&gt;usually doesnt get the &lt;strong&gt;other&lt;/strong&gt; amongst their wedding party&lt;br /&gt;sometimes dey get invited&lt;br /&gt;sometimes dey get omitted&lt;br /&gt;but its easier to be at an ex's wedding if already engaged/married&lt;br /&gt;if not,you wish them well.......&lt;strong&gt;maybe&lt;/strong&gt;(evil grin)&lt;br /&gt;and wait for your own............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some are drop dead gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;some its the voice&lt;br /&gt;some its the height or lack of it&lt;br /&gt;some its the charm&lt;br /&gt;some its the shoes(dress sense)&lt;br /&gt;some its the way he/she walks,talks&lt;br /&gt;some its the diction&lt;br /&gt;some he/she is so intelligent/stupid...(lol)&lt;br /&gt;some spend money like its from a bottomless pit&lt;br /&gt;some make the other feel special&lt;br /&gt;some you just wanna have their genes in your offsprings&lt;br /&gt;some are fabulous cooks(homemakers)&lt;br /&gt;some shag you real good.....wink&lt;br /&gt;so many reasons, why we are attracted or stay attracted to people&lt;br /&gt;others outside of the relationship try to understand it&lt;br /&gt;i advice them to stop trying..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-186896238396936868?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/186896238396936868/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=186896238396936868' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/186896238396936868'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/186896238396936868'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2010/04/paddedcustomersnysclastmahurtunderstand.html' title='Padded,Customers,NYSC,Lastma,Hurt,Understand????'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-7878174349369543087</id><published>2010-03-17T15:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-17T16:46:00.331-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'M SOOOOOO WHIPPED..............</title><content type='html'>So my cousin's neighbour has a mini stroke&lt;br /&gt;they (neighbour's) rallied around to take him to the hospital&lt;br /&gt;my little cousin is one of the *men* appointed to take him&lt;br /&gt;old man starts to convulse and actually shits in his pants&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was at a political meeting a week later&lt;br /&gt;so you all know he's better&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joke is...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he came to a couple of days later&lt;br /&gt;he asks&lt;br /&gt;who has these pampers?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his younger brother whispers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eyin la lo fun ni igba ti e poopoo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*we had to use them on you when you lost control of your bowel&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt help laughing at that......lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ubong asks why no updates?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said i have no idea why&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i've had writer's block&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says its D.........hmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I open my eyes....(my alarm goes off)&lt;br /&gt;its 430am&lt;br /&gt;he's still asleep&lt;br /&gt;i smile to myself&lt;br /&gt;i have to be at my desk in a few hours&lt;br /&gt;he will be on a plane later in the day&lt;br /&gt;i wriggle back into his arms&lt;br /&gt;he turns...wraps his arms around me whilst still groggy..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lay back and sleep for about half an hour&lt;br /&gt;get up,bath,dress up.....was gonna put my make up on&lt;br /&gt;decided against it......&lt;br /&gt;i'll do it when i get to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I get back into bed and give him a hug&lt;br /&gt;he stirs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dressed????&lt;br /&gt;yea i say......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kiss him.....long........slow...........deep&lt;br /&gt;.......what are you doing he asks????&lt;br /&gt;Smiling......I pop a mint in my mouth.... &lt;br /&gt;i slide his boxers off&lt;br /&gt;pull out the mint&lt;br /&gt;circle the tip with my minty breath &lt;br /&gt;then..............his whole shaft&lt;br /&gt;i hear his sharp intake of breath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i grin to myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every last dredge of sleep is well and truly gone now&lt;br /&gt;i make him squirm whilst not letting him grope me&lt;br /&gt;then i raise my head....strip and tell him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want you&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he turns me over and goes down on me&lt;br /&gt;..........i'm bucking and moaning&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ok peeps i'll spill&lt;br /&gt;my soundtrack is &lt;strong&gt;Oh my God!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i can no longer take it &lt;br /&gt;i pull him up and say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fuck me&lt;/strong&gt;..........''&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and he does&lt;/strong&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;made it to work 10 mins late&lt;br /&gt;and i swear even a reduction in salary &lt;br /&gt;could not have taken the smirk off my face&lt;br /&gt;i had it on &lt;strong&gt;ALL FUCKING DAY&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Miss you D&lt;/strong&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin was on her way home from a tryst&lt;br /&gt;on a bike-she loves the speed.......&lt;br /&gt;I will never get on a bike before 630am or after 7pm&lt;br /&gt;when i drive......i drive 5 cars&lt;br /&gt;so when i'm on a bike&lt;br /&gt;we drive the damn thing together&lt;br /&gt;........i dont see sooooo good at night &lt;br /&gt;so i wont be on that silly machine when my sight is impaired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they see a flash of colour&lt;br /&gt;colour was human&lt;br /&gt;they rise,they swerve,they hit the curb&lt;br /&gt;they land&lt;br /&gt;machine on top of them........wheels still rolling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone dashed towards them&lt;br /&gt;help help help he says&lt;br /&gt;finally an immigration guy and a taxi stop&lt;br /&gt;okada guy goes in the boot&lt;br /&gt;he got the worst end of the stick&lt;br /&gt;some guy pays for 3 cards at the hospital&lt;br /&gt;then they start to call last numbers on their fones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin?&lt;br /&gt;they got&lt;br /&gt;her boo&lt;br /&gt;her pastor and her two friends&lt;br /&gt;it was 9pmish.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Flash of colour has a nasty head gash and she's not coherent&lt;br /&gt;nurses are suspecting....some bolts in her head are loose&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bike man may have internal bleeding&lt;br /&gt;bad facial wounds,bruises all over and he was spitting blood&lt;br /&gt;he's Adamawa bound.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she(cousin of mine) has a badly sprained hip muscle&lt;br /&gt;so she has to use crutches for 2 weeks&lt;br /&gt;to keep her weight off her hip muscle so it'll heal nicely&lt;br /&gt;her calf is swollen.........the silencer burn&lt;br /&gt;her face is swollen&lt;br /&gt;badly sprained ankle&lt;br /&gt;bruises on face,arms,fingers,legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she looks like she got hit by something&lt;br /&gt;(erm....she was)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hospital she was taken to....doctor who's treating her?&lt;br /&gt;my friend in uni.....small world shey????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's home tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;from the hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a couple of weeks before &lt;br /&gt;she can ride her favourite machine&lt;br /&gt;heheheheheheheheh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is the second cousin who has had a mishap with this yeye machine&lt;br /&gt;OKADA&lt;br /&gt;dude in question woke up whilst under the knife to fix his broken finger&lt;br /&gt;they had to give him more anaesthesia&lt;br /&gt;silly ass had an out of body experience&lt;br /&gt;was watching his mama and sister trying to wake him up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he told me&lt;br /&gt;i was like silly fool&lt;br /&gt;so you were gonna die without leaving anything for us to inherit???&lt;br /&gt;we laughed&lt;br /&gt;but i sure wasnt ready to bury the asswipe.......&lt;br /&gt;he did confess he told the bike man to break all speed limits&lt;br /&gt;he had an appointment............&lt;br /&gt;the one he kept.......was at the hospital&lt;br /&gt;he's lucky he can move his finger&lt;br /&gt;its slightly crooked though&lt;br /&gt;a reminder of what could have been...........&lt;br /&gt;he hardly gets on bikes anymore&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so make una help me tell G&lt;br /&gt;may her love for the machine diminish&lt;br /&gt;well,i'll see what 2 weeks on crutches will teach her.......&lt;br /&gt;and as for her boo?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think he's silly&lt;br /&gt;cos knowing her&lt;br /&gt;she's a stubborn fool&lt;br /&gt;she would have opted for a bike instead of a cab&lt;br /&gt;he really should have dropped her off home &lt;br /&gt;and not done the see me off thingy they do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he comes to ours&lt;br /&gt;she sees him off halfway to his&lt;br /&gt;gets on a bike...back home........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;our mothers dont know yet&lt;br /&gt;and we are not telling......&lt;br /&gt;her mum..........recently widowed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum.........will have to visit the docctor&lt;br /&gt;well...when we fall ill...she does too&lt;br /&gt;odd,crazy,silly,corny but true.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hopefully i'm back from my hiatus...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-7878174349369543087?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7878174349369543087/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=7878174349369543087' title='20 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/7878174349369543087'/><link rel='self' 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agent-uncle picked it up and unearthed a damn good mechanic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;car came back to me rolling great&lt;br /&gt;parked it for a month cos i wasnt ready to do the fuel hassle thingy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;recently a colleague asked if i was still owing the guy that brought my car in&lt;br /&gt;anyways i also discovered i was spending more on public transport than i would spend on fuelling my car&lt;br /&gt;i was also secretly afraid of braving the roads&lt;br /&gt;but i found out i was lusting after other pretty babes in their rides&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so this weekend &lt;br /&gt;i got my adorable cuz to do the fuel hunt for me&lt;br /&gt;poor boy spent 6 hrs at the station&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;car wash dude said he had no idea my car was that good looking&lt;br /&gt;well that was 4 weeks of grime.......wink&lt;br /&gt;also needed my brake pads changed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everything else rolls fyne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i did surulere to my hood with my L sign proudly displayed&lt;br /&gt;(whisper....my second learners permit expired in Jan)&lt;br /&gt;i do have a license though&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont ask me how&lt;br /&gt;this is naija aiint it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my other learner's permit expired in 2004&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna do mama Ibi style&lt;br /&gt;she went for 11 out of 20 lessons&lt;br /&gt;proudly displayed the L sign and hit the roads&lt;br /&gt;so after 2 lessons 6yrs apart and 2 expired permits&lt;br /&gt;i need to earn the right to use my license&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so,if u see a cutie with an L sign in a car &lt;br /&gt;dat makes you do a double take&lt;br /&gt;thats me from today.....wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D......i love your poem&lt;br /&gt;mwah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;His late nights are driving me nuttttttttttttttttsssssssssssssss&lt;br /&gt;yes o my brother........&lt;br /&gt;he just waltzed in-its 1am&lt;br /&gt;there's work today&lt;br /&gt;he will wake up at 5 and start to moan about needing more sleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could kill for a raise.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ubong asked for an update on Deola and Tayo&lt;br /&gt;Tayo just came back from his trip&lt;br /&gt;dem never see&lt;br /&gt;Deola insists she will break it off&lt;br /&gt;but i did let her read all them comments &lt;br /&gt;and she thinks it'll be nice to give Tayo a good bye fuck&lt;br /&gt;Cos me thinks and i told her&lt;br /&gt;if he hasnt given you the 400k yet&lt;br /&gt;its 2 things..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he doesnt have it to give OR he is not gonna give ya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or maybe he thinks she hasnt earned it yet...lol&lt;br /&gt;i told her they need to talk about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will he or wont he give&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;he can always loan it to her if he cant give it to her&lt;br /&gt;he insists she shouldn't bother about his wifey.....&lt;br /&gt;the decison is hers to make.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin has finally found *the one*&lt;br /&gt;i really think she hit the jackpot this tyme&lt;br /&gt;this is the first tyme she's talked marriage &lt;br /&gt;and i'm looking forward to it&lt;br /&gt;she's had 2 previous fiance(s) that i didnt care for&lt;br /&gt;the girl is the &lt;strong&gt;most ready to marry babe i know&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ubong will send the update to the former post &lt;br /&gt;soon as he gets his creative juices flowing&lt;br /&gt;(he really isnt blogging anymore)&lt;br /&gt;i'm just a fantastic muse&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-5032913042244565955?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-2668855956259201817</id><published>2010-01-24T14:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-24T16:19:56.451-08:00</updated><title type='text'>From Ubong,Caught,Cruella,Vib.....</title><content type='html'>It is quite windy today she said as she held my arm and snuggled into me,resting her head on my shoulders and placing her open palm on my chest.That is a nice perfume you are wearing she said, as she playfully traced circles on my chest. I placed my arm around her shoulders rubbing her upper arm in a futile attempt to warm her up. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Her finger soon found the opening in my shirt and slipped in. I gasped as she held my nipples between her fingers and started stroking it. She giggled saying your nipples are getting hard like those of a babe. I moaned out my response, those are not the only things getting hard. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you serious she said with a mischievous look on her face. See for yourself. She retracted her hand from inside my shirt traced down my stomach and placed her open palm on my bulge squeezing lightly and saying it must be very uncomfortable in there. Before I had any chance to respond she zipped down my trousers and plunged her hand inside and brought out my phallus which immediately rose like a peacock once freed from his confines.Better.......she said as she gripped it in her small soft palms. You dick feels very warm and nice she said as she started sliding her palm up and down its length and cupping the head...I groaned, closed my eyes and leaned back on the park bench where we were seated, overlooking the water front of our hotel. It was very late at night; everyone else had gone in for the night except us.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It had been a week since we came in for the conference. The conference had lasted for just 2 days but we decided to stay back an extra week to sightsee and do some shopping. We were due to travel back to our country the next day. We met during the conference, upon discovering that we were from the same country we bonded and flowed naturally. The time spent shopping and touring together made us bond even closer and within a short time we were discussing and revealing intimate things about ourselves to each other.  Our marriages were good but the sex had become routine and boring. We both agreed that we loved our partners. She had asked me if I have ever had an extramarital affair and my response was yes, once in a while but I didn’t have any permanent person and I try very hard not to make it a habit. She said in her own case she met up once with an ex and they smooched heavily but she didn’t allow him to go all the way and that at times she wished she had. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She started pumping faster as I involuntarily raised and dropped my waist in perfect synchrony with her hand movements. I could feel the pressure mounting inside me as my balls filled up and swelled under her ministration. I warned her that I was about to erupt upon which she bent over and took me into her mouth. The warmth and wetness around my dick was too much for me.....I came instantly spurting hot cum into her mouth. She transferred her palm to my balls, squeezing gently as she milked the cum out of me, swallowing as I discharged. She eventually released my dick licking it clean, before placing her head back on my chest and saying you taste really good.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She didn’t put my dick back in my trousers but held it in her palm, squeezing as it softened and shrank.  I turned to her and asked if I could return the favor?, she looked up, smiled and said… &lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;………………………….TO BE CONTINUED ………………………………&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deola dates Tayo&lt;br /&gt;Tayo is married&lt;br /&gt;Tayo says he loves his wife&lt;br /&gt;Deola really does not care&lt;br /&gt;Ironically Deola doesnt even know why she bothers with Tayo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deola is with Tayo cos Tayo seems to really like her&lt;br /&gt;I think.......its bcos of the 400k he says he'll give her for her car&lt;br /&gt;She's 400k short of getting the car she wants&lt;br /&gt;truth be told-she cant walk the streets of Lagos beside him&lt;br /&gt;she'd rather be slightly behind or ahead........&lt;br /&gt;when they hook up&lt;br /&gt;its usually always nite tyme and she keeps her head down so no one&lt;br /&gt;who knows her will see her with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayo doesnt wear his wedding ring&lt;br /&gt;(when did that ever stop anyone anyways)&lt;br /&gt;she doesnt let him kiss her down there or even on the mouth&lt;br /&gt;she hates her clit being stimulated by him&lt;br /&gt;she wont indulge him with raunchy fone calls or text messages&lt;br /&gt;she just wants him to do the deed and go home&lt;br /&gt;her own orgasms she reserves for someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tayo told Deola his wife found a text from him to her&lt;br /&gt;so he told wifey....Deola is a married friend of his&lt;br /&gt;well wifey did the facebook surfing thingy and has confronted Tayo&lt;br /&gt;Wifey described Deola in detail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the text wifey saw was about him(Tayo) needing to hear her(Deola's) voice&lt;br /&gt;cos he was calling her and she was cutting him off&lt;br /&gt;what if wifey had seen/read loads of raunchy texts between them?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deola has been meaning to break it off with Tayo&lt;br /&gt;His recent carelessness is all the fuel she needs&lt;br /&gt;There is someone else she would rather be spending all her tyme with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He(Tayo) is currently in Spain on a business trip&lt;br /&gt;Deola assures me soon as he returns, she's breaking it off&lt;br /&gt;she's considering a goodbye tryst&lt;br /&gt;I say thats the one wifey will trace her husband to &lt;br /&gt;and catch them together at........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;This is one tyme when its ok to break it off with someone on the fone&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cruella is back...........meaner and nicer&lt;br /&gt;She sent a crazy mail on Monday&lt;br /&gt;gives me a back breaking deadline&lt;br /&gt;She's extra nice to me by wed&lt;br /&gt;i deliver on wed.....wink&lt;br /&gt;she says its crap after perusing for 2 mins&lt;br /&gt;i insist i wont take that from her&lt;br /&gt;i expect her to study for 10mins tops before &lt;br /&gt;she can commend and not condemn my hard work&lt;br /&gt;She asked me to come in sat&lt;br /&gt;i ignored the request&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a backbreaking week starting tom&lt;br /&gt;i look forward to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I think a dead relative will re-die by thurs&lt;br /&gt;i think i'm gonna need the day off&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My Vib is not working&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrrrrrgggggggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;D insists i over worked him&lt;br /&gt;i say&lt;br /&gt;what is a girl to do?&lt;br /&gt;was resigned to bed humping last night&lt;br /&gt;it didnt stimulate me&lt;br /&gt;i'm hooked on mr silva&lt;br /&gt;D is a mechanical genius&lt;br /&gt;he better fix mr silva or we're getting me a new toy&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curious about toys?&lt;br /&gt;www.zeevirtualmedia.com&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Ubong,Caught,Cruella,Vib.....'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-3298512132955645791</id><published>2010-01-17T12:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-17T17:40:53.335-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Gifts,Links,Bills,Curfew,Brazen</title><content type='html'>Someone gave me a new year gift&lt;br /&gt;a dvd-he apologised that it was small&lt;br /&gt;it was an apt gift cos &lt;br /&gt;the one in my living room recently packed up&lt;br /&gt;my brother asks &lt;strong&gt;is the guy your toaster?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say no&lt;br /&gt;he says oh he will soon toast you&lt;br /&gt;i said no i doubt&lt;br /&gt;he says......well guys dont give women gifts without a reason&lt;br /&gt;i said it was a group of us at work o&lt;br /&gt;he says well he may have given the others gifts as well &lt;br /&gt;but your gift has a hidden reason&lt;br /&gt;so people cant give or receive gifts again without people thinking *&lt;strong&gt;something&lt;/strong&gt;*???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for him(brother)&lt;br /&gt;in the space of a month&lt;br /&gt;i've so far stumbled on four different *&lt;strong&gt;links&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;he says a link is not a girlfriend and neither is she a slut&lt;br /&gt;she &lt;strong&gt;may&lt;/strong&gt; become a girlfrend&lt;br /&gt;but for the moment she's a link&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he always asks me&lt;br /&gt;what do you think? &lt;br /&gt;i always shrug&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont think nothing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont even register their faces&lt;br /&gt;i only acknowledge their greeting&lt;br /&gt;then immmediately ignore them&lt;br /&gt;i have no intention of *&lt;strong&gt;knowing&lt;/strong&gt;* any link&lt;br /&gt;he can ask my opinion when he gets a girlfriend&lt;br /&gt;one of them is probably off the link list&lt;br /&gt;well she asked for 3k for her hair&lt;br /&gt;she got 1k&lt;br /&gt;and since then she's been acting funny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;his words&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont know what she expected&lt;br /&gt;guy is only just a corper&lt;br /&gt;how much do they pay them peeps?&lt;br /&gt;and yes i object to &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; money being spent on his *links*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember in uni&lt;br /&gt;while some would send/take a list of 10k home for the folks&lt;br /&gt;another would send a 30k list &lt;br /&gt;whilst another had a 50k list&lt;br /&gt;my deduction&lt;br /&gt;you ask for what you know the person can afford&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if my papa na farmer&lt;br /&gt;my list no go pass 5-10k&lt;br /&gt;if my papa na banker&lt;br /&gt;i'll try for 15-20k&lt;br /&gt;if my papa na politician&lt;br /&gt;why?i'll ask for 100k&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;same with boyfriends abi?&lt;br /&gt;a friend of mine used to say &lt;br /&gt;how do u date a guy and not get money from him?&lt;br /&gt;i've always thought-why should he pay my bills?&lt;br /&gt;if he's a student like you&lt;br /&gt;if he doesn't pay for your hair&lt;br /&gt;wont you make it?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he's a corper like you?&lt;br /&gt;if he doesn't buy you dem shoes&lt;br /&gt;will you go barefeet?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he works like you do?&lt;br /&gt;what is your own salary for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no qualms if a lady is broke/has a need&lt;br /&gt;and her man gives her some money/sorts her out&lt;br /&gt;no qualms if he puts her on a salary&lt;br /&gt;but i have a real issue with babes like my colleague&lt;br /&gt;even if all she needs to buy/pay for is 1k&lt;br /&gt;in her words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;a man has to pay/buy it for her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont get it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to future husband&lt;br /&gt;yes you will foot &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; bill&lt;br /&gt;sorry......my mama foots the bills in my home&lt;br /&gt;i aint doing same for NO man&lt;br /&gt;i wish we could get papa to pay child benefits&lt;br /&gt;sadly...........we are not children......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been another week without electricity&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;caught Sherlock Holmes and Avatar&lt;br /&gt;with peeps from work&lt;br /&gt;both movies i enjoyed&lt;br /&gt;had a 5 min doze during both movies&lt;br /&gt;i guess i was dog tired&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for &lt;strong&gt;mr link&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since i gave him a spare key to the gate&lt;br /&gt;my 11pm curfew no longer counts&lt;br /&gt;if i ask him when he came in&lt;br /&gt;he says at a reasonable tyme&lt;br /&gt;if i say&lt;br /&gt;not true cos i fell asleep at 230am&lt;br /&gt;he goes well i must have come in about 3am then?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D says boys will be boys&lt;br /&gt;i just lock my door once i'm settled for the nite&lt;br /&gt;i dont want any surprises&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since most women dont get orgasms from vaginal stimulation&lt;br /&gt;why do friends look at me funny when I mention vibrators&lt;br /&gt;especially the ones for stimulating the clit&lt;br /&gt;ok i must admit &lt;br /&gt;a woman has to be brazen to need a toy&lt;br /&gt;apparently i'm one of the &lt;strong&gt;brazen&lt;/strong&gt; ones&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-3298512132955645791?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-1893043563883022930</id><published>2010-01-11T15:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-11T17:02:11.120-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stallion,Cruella,Marry Me,Pregnant,Horny</title><content type='html'>She could smell the sex&lt;br /&gt;even as Gabe and his handlers brought the stallion in&lt;br /&gt;the air in the shed thickened with it&lt;br /&gt;sharp,edgy,elemental&lt;br /&gt;the mare called out,in protest or welcome&lt;br /&gt;and the stallion answered with a sound that caused &lt;br /&gt;something to thigten in Kelly's stomach&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In a powerful lunge,the stallion reared up and mounted the mare&lt;br /&gt;wide-eyed she(kelly) watched&lt;br /&gt;the stallion plunged wildly-his need.....frantic and somehow human&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he covered her-demanding.................commanding&lt;br /&gt;she(mare)accepted-her rolling in what Kelly thought must surely be pleasure&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;without realizing it-she(kelly) moved closer&lt;br /&gt;fascinated by the passionate frenzy of mating&lt;br /&gt;her own heart pounding&lt;br /&gt;her blood hot-the quick pang of arousal staggered her&lt;br /&gt;then she found herself looking at Gabe&lt;br /&gt;shocked to see her own primitive and unexpected reaction mirrored in his eyes&lt;br /&gt;staggering to have the vision flash through her mind of being taken as the mare was being taken&lt;br /&gt;fiercely...............&lt;br /&gt;violently..............&lt;br /&gt;heedlessly.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You people should warn Cruella for me o&lt;br /&gt;when i wanted to go on leave&lt;br /&gt;she said i could not have 3 weeks off cos me &lt;br /&gt;being away from my desk for 3 weeks &lt;br /&gt;means the office can do without me&lt;br /&gt;and to show my job is important to me &lt;br /&gt;i can only do two weeks at a stretch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i'm being owed a precious month&lt;br /&gt;2010's days none inclusive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but..........&lt;strong&gt;she&lt;/strong&gt; just took a month long holiday&lt;br /&gt;not due back till the 25th&lt;br /&gt;i have enjoyed not having her breathing down my neck&lt;br /&gt;but if she thinks she can take 4 weeks &lt;br /&gt;then bring back some measley chocolates&lt;br /&gt;hoping i will forget she damn well took &lt;strong&gt;four weeks&lt;/strong&gt; at a stretch&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not counting all the numerous relatives she buried in 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she no well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;those days i am owed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i shall take by hook or by crook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every dead member of my family will &lt;strong&gt;die again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so she may just be getting some randoms sms's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry cant make it in&lt;br /&gt;uncle died last night&lt;br /&gt;off to ife to bury&lt;br /&gt;off to ilesha to bury &lt;br /&gt;off to maiduguri to bury........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in 2009 alone.............she must have buried 9 relatives..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i think its tyme the dead in my family &lt;strong&gt;died again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos the silly ass wont approve my leave......&lt;br /&gt;if i feel like a few days off&lt;br /&gt;.......&lt;strong&gt;na to rebury my dead&lt;/strong&gt;...........Q.E.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tyme he &lt;strong&gt;had me &lt;/strong&gt;was in 2003&lt;br /&gt;i was off to nysc camp&lt;br /&gt;it lasted a while&lt;br /&gt;then fizzled out&lt;br /&gt;abegi&lt;br /&gt;i no dey for lagos-ibadan expressway &lt;strong&gt;every &lt;/strong&gt;fri&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dick&lt;/strong&gt; dey lagos&lt;br /&gt;Q.E.D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he visited me today&lt;br /&gt;he wants to &lt;strong&gt;marry&lt;/strong&gt; me&lt;br /&gt;i smiled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then said..........whatever i did to you in '03&lt;br /&gt;i must have left a &lt;strong&gt;lasting impression&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but you see&lt;br /&gt;he dropped the marriage card &lt;br /&gt;and asked dat &lt;strong&gt;whomever&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;strong&gt;currently dating &lt;/strong&gt;needs to go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm sorry T&lt;br /&gt;cant do that&lt;br /&gt;I'm crazy about D&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and just cos you dangled the marriage card dont mean i will jump&lt;br /&gt;its mean to do that when a man is talking to an overipe for marriage babe like me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sigh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;like my pal said &lt;br /&gt;theres more to marriage than good-great sex&lt;br /&gt;moreover he still works in that yeye ibadan&lt;br /&gt;me?&lt;br /&gt;lagos-ibadan expressway?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na burials dey make me travel that road o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos if na wedding&lt;br /&gt;dem go still born&lt;br /&gt;do naming etc&lt;br /&gt;i'll make up for missing dia wedding&lt;br /&gt;but na &lt;strong&gt;once&lt;/strong&gt; person dey die&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i no dey for that kain journey&lt;br /&gt;i still maintain it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dick dey lagos&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dem plenty sef............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as my paddy said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he wants me as a &lt;strong&gt;second&lt;/strong&gt; wife&lt;br /&gt;he better be ready for me to get a &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;second husband&lt;/strong&gt; a few years down the line&lt;br /&gt;cos &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;me?numero two?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nah......................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did i mention&lt;br /&gt;he also said&lt;br /&gt;i can choose to live in cally?&lt;br /&gt;i wont have his babies in naija-yes oooooooo&lt;br /&gt;the twins God promised him.......that his wife has not given him&lt;br /&gt;dem apparently dey my body&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yeye&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say i've never been pregnant&lt;br /&gt;everyone i've ever told wonders if i'm normal&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never lived with a man&lt;br /&gt;so its pretty easy to stay away from spermatozoa when i'm ovulating&lt;br /&gt;and in any case&lt;br /&gt;when &lt;strong&gt;most&lt;/strong&gt; men hear-i'm not safe&lt;br /&gt;they wear two condoms....wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and there's &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; the pill(s).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so seriously&lt;br /&gt;why is it soooooooooooo hard to digest????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've never being&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the best of my knowledge&lt;br /&gt;there nothing wrong with my fertility&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moreover i aiint trying to make a baby......yet&lt;br /&gt;so why should i bother about being (in)fertile&lt;br /&gt;when i'm emotionally and financially ready to make a new life&lt;br /&gt;i will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and i know i will do it with or without a man beside me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;afterall&lt;br /&gt;Oluwa ni fun ni lomo............God gives children&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And as for this &lt;strong&gt;always wanna shag mode &lt;/strong&gt;that i've been in lately&lt;br /&gt;i just dey wonder.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wink&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-1893043563883022930?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1893043563883022930/comments/default' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-5230014970779024133</id><published>2010-01-02T04:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-02T04:53:31.416-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Its 2010</title><content type='html'>I have a good feeling about 2010&lt;br /&gt;its sexy to even say it............&lt;br /&gt;20-10&lt;br /&gt;its cumbersome to say two thousand and ten&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2009 was a good year&lt;br /&gt;albeit incidental&lt;br /&gt;people died&lt;br /&gt;people lost jobs&lt;br /&gt;the recession hit us in naija&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last few days of the year&lt;br /&gt;my mama has gone from a pneumonia scare &lt;br /&gt;to&lt;br /&gt;something fishy in her blood&lt;br /&gt;to the all clear&lt;br /&gt;to her blood pressure issues&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my diagnosis&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she should come back to lasgidi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mama is ill cos she has money issues&lt;br /&gt;and she is depressed cos she goes home to noone.......everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i want her close&lt;br /&gt;........she does get under my skin&lt;br /&gt;but i love her to bits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pa......enjoying himself with his new (rumoured pregnant) lady&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brothers are fyne&lt;br /&gt;S is driving me crazy&lt;br /&gt;but i'll survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the other S&lt;br /&gt;(both brothers have S names)&lt;br /&gt;he's great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I.............i'm fyne&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no resolutions&lt;br /&gt;i didnt reach some of the goals i set for myself in 2009&lt;br /&gt;but i have a good feeling about 2010&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its gonna be a marvelous year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;should we(ladies) only ever wear lingerie????&lt;br /&gt;or you dont mind us doing the granny briefs?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth be told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sexy is great&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but good old &lt;strong&gt;comfort&lt;/strong&gt; a la granny briefs is blissful...wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my first asked me a few months after we started dating&lt;br /&gt;permit me to rephrase that&lt;br /&gt;2 months after we started to fuck........wink&lt;br /&gt;why i didnt own lingerie&lt;br /&gt;i just ignored him.....lol&lt;br /&gt;stupid ass has no idea how much dey go for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when his friends start to drop hints that he is seeing some other girl&lt;br /&gt;or they tell you to look elsewhere for love&lt;br /&gt;or you can hardly ever lay your hands on him anymore&lt;br /&gt;cos he *is busy*&lt;br /&gt;chances are &lt;br /&gt;............you need to start looking for a new guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;always&lt;/strong&gt; find it easy to fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;but.......some nights i just stay awake&lt;br /&gt;considering counting sheep wont ever work for me&lt;br /&gt;something does............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my very own lullaby&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brain is able to stop,pause,play,forward&lt;br /&gt;a sexcapade that happened&lt;br /&gt;or create a &lt;strong&gt;new one&lt;/strong&gt;............wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also there's always self help&lt;br /&gt;an &lt;strong&gt;orgasm&lt;/strong&gt; ensures sleep.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-6572265667746360195?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>12</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-2717533578718392744</id><published>2009-12-13T16:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-13T18:26:55.044-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Celibate....Kiss &amp; Tell.....Sheaths</title><content type='html'>Are you dating?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are definitely &lt;strong&gt;shagging&lt;/strong&gt;................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scream yourself &lt;strong&gt;hoarse&lt;/strong&gt; if you will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Who will believe you if you say you aiint shagging?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its hard to be celibate &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when there is always time,opportunity,place...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dont roll your eyes at me...for virgins its easy(dem never chop before)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But if you have ever chopped before&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And time,opportunity and place continually rears its delicious combo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;una go do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and remember....you only have to cross the barrier once....wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Once debe.......ever debe&lt;/strong&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Should people kiss and tell?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Back in Uni&lt;br /&gt;This guy apparently spent the nite with a babe&lt;br /&gt;he must have been mighty pleased with himself&lt;br /&gt;cos he decided to share the story &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we had roughly 7 guys hanging together and this guy is talking in detail &lt;br /&gt;about how it went last nite&lt;br /&gt;a pal of the babe gets a whiff of the story and goes to the babe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the babe struts to the guys and goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fucked you&lt;br /&gt;you fucked me&lt;br /&gt;i rode you&lt;br /&gt;you rode me&lt;br /&gt;so&lt;br /&gt;i used you just as much as you used me&lt;br /&gt;what the hell is the noise for?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and walks away...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy is left looking stupid&lt;br /&gt;his pals make fun of him.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how many babes can do that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;truth be told i have no qualms&lt;br /&gt;about past,present or future sexual liaisions&lt;br /&gt;they are all still illegal anyways................so why bother&lt;br /&gt;only married sex is legal aiint it.............wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so what happens on the day &lt;br /&gt;some guy decides to spill the beans about some episode we've had??&lt;br /&gt;i dont know how much i'll care &lt;br /&gt;cos i'm frankly more worried about pictures or videos&lt;br /&gt;but if all he is armed with, is mental images&lt;br /&gt;who will he share them with?????...my father????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to the fact that &lt;br /&gt;a potential FB(fuckbuddy)asked me a while ago &lt;br /&gt;lets call him P&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;do you know BT&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;i say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do u know BT he asks?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ask him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;ask BT how he knows me&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i kinda dated BT a while back&lt;br /&gt;BT has been married some two years now&lt;br /&gt;he did throw the word marriage around a couple of times&lt;br /&gt;but that word meant nothing to me back then&lt;br /&gt;and i didnt see me married to him&lt;br /&gt;i didnt see myself bound to him forever after&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so P says BT is a very dear friend&lt;br /&gt;in fact he's my brother from another mother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i say to myself.......so?????&lt;br /&gt;and to him........dats nice......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the two of them can share their stories&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if they are so inclined&lt;/strong&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will P have his own stories to tell????&lt;br /&gt;as a rule........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dont do friends&lt;/strong&gt;.......wink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a cousin who opted for single motherhood &lt;br /&gt;after having a nervous breakdown when her guy &lt;br /&gt;left her for her colleague at work a few months to their wedding&lt;br /&gt;one day we got crazy and decided to count our sexual partners&lt;br /&gt;i tuned out after she got to 30&lt;br /&gt;i know for most men&lt;br /&gt;that's not a lot&lt;br /&gt;but for a woman&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ITS A LOT&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i very much doubt that she sees men beyond what dangles between their legs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if we slept with every man that made our labia twitch&lt;br /&gt;the average woman would clock 365 in a yr&lt;br /&gt;yes-a man for every day of the year&lt;br /&gt;thank God for common sense...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moreover......the STI's are keeping us in check abi?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let me tell you all.....................fact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;NOT A LOT OF PEOPLE PLAY SAFE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some pple just get lucky and not get any serious STI's&lt;br /&gt;cos its easy to get the occassional sti and get treatment for it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i dare say&lt;br /&gt;for every 8 out of 10 sexual liaisions&lt;br /&gt;by the third time the couple gets together&lt;br /&gt;sex gets vigorous or the feelings are becoming overwhelming......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and they both discuss the hiv thingy and on realising they have both&lt;br /&gt;tested negative at their last test........&lt;br /&gt;he jettisons the cd halfway thru&lt;br /&gt;either cos the one he was using broke&lt;br /&gt;or he just wants to *&lt;strong&gt;feel her&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's probably gonna start with a cd and remove it halfway thru &lt;br /&gt;a couple of times&lt;br /&gt;then.....eventually they both stop to bother about the sheath&lt;br /&gt;they are now exclusive and they are both hiv negative&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or he likes to rub his pre-cum dick against her wet pussy&lt;br /&gt;(&lt;strong&gt;he likes the feel&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;then he puts on the sheath before penetration&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if he's done that(the pre-cum deal)-he should forget about the cd&lt;br /&gt;pre-cum is as potent as cum&lt;br /&gt;if not more potent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;its a body fluid&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;six months later either or both of them takes their twice annual test &lt;br /&gt;and hopefully,they are both still negative&lt;br /&gt;THANK GOD!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must commend the men who keep it on though&lt;br /&gt;thru thick and thin&lt;br /&gt;thru hotel rooms,bedrooms,hallways,clubs,cars and bars&lt;br /&gt;thru sexy lingerie and great boobs.....&lt;br /&gt;parties and beds......&lt;br /&gt;toilets,bathrooms and living rooms&lt;br /&gt;some guys keep it(the sheath) on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for those who jettison it&lt;br /&gt;if they are both comfortable enuff as well as willing and able to &lt;br /&gt;face the consequence of going in without a sheath&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ride on!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-2717533578718392744?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2717533578718392744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=2717533578718392744' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/2717533578718392744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/2717533578718392744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/12/celibatekiss-tellsheaths.html' title='Celibate....Kiss &amp; Tell.....Sheaths'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-4541117499219300258</id><published>2009-12-05T14:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T13:25:36.880-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Men Pay.............</title><content type='html'>he pays the children's fees&lt;br /&gt;the rent&lt;br /&gt;the electricity bill&lt;br /&gt;ensures everyone is comfortable&lt;br /&gt;pays the helps wages&lt;br /&gt;gives you housekeeping and self maintenance money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do u do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feed him and fuck him&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who paid who&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he buys you that jewelry,weave,outfit,perfume you've been wanting forever&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;feed him and screw his brains out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he does your assignments and tests..........maybe even exam....ehehehehehe&lt;br /&gt;strolls around campus with u(she's mine)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do you do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;you feed him and his friends and fuck his brains out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PAYMENT???&lt;br /&gt;APPRECIATION??&lt;br /&gt;LOVE??&lt;br /&gt;GIVING AND TAKING??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dare say the more generous either partner is.............&lt;br /&gt;the more generous the other partner will be...........*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nkenna of BBA4 cracks me up&lt;br /&gt;she's sooooooooooooo crass&lt;br /&gt;but i do enjoy watching her.............sometimes&lt;br /&gt;her reasoning is just so warped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my brother was rude to me.....&lt;br /&gt;i saw &lt;strong&gt;red&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then send him outta my room&lt;br /&gt;he storms outta the house&lt;br /&gt;he knows his curfew is 11pm&lt;br /&gt;i may lock him out.......(he came back at 1145pm)&lt;br /&gt;i hate hate the company he currently keeps&lt;br /&gt;and i have warned his black ass........&lt;br /&gt;if he gets into trouble..........&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna let him simmer in it.............&lt;br /&gt;i hope he knows i mean it........&lt;br /&gt;i'm not his mother..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;excerpts.......impression without expression leads to depression&lt;br /&gt;na one yeye oga dey toast him employee&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;energy is neither lost nor destroyed&lt;br /&gt;its only transfered from one party to another&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a girl has the hiv virus&lt;br /&gt;guy falls in love&lt;br /&gt;his friend asks him..................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do u expect to drink clean water from a poisoned well?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love big willies.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i miss yours&lt;/strong&gt;...........*evil grin*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mentioned &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; to a friend..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;width over depth&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather he fill me up &lt;br /&gt;than he touch my belly button on the inside.......*wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-4541117499219300258?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4541117499219300258/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=4541117499219300258' title='19 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/4541117499219300258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/4541117499219300258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/12/men-pay.html' title='Men Pay.............'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-5525159174710629005</id><published>2009-11-15T12:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-06T20:26:21.303-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Massages.............</title><content type='html'>i always seem to be the center of attention everywhere that has my in it........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my school(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my workplace(s) &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;amongst my friend(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does that make me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fabulous&lt;/strong&gt;..........*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was 21&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was 22&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his elder brother was getting married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got invited to the bach eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his other brother came to pick me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was already there i was told&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;party was dull for me till i saw him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left the group and went to dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Little &lt;strong&gt;star&lt;/strong&gt; woke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said i had to do something about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i chuckled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left the hall&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;took a stroll &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went to the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the driver was asleep on the bonnet of the car beside the car I came in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we opened the passenger door&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he kissed me...long slow kisses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went pliant.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he hitched up my skirt and laughed.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was &lt;strong&gt;commando&lt;/strong&gt;......*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he drew down his jeans........alas &lt;strong&gt;no briefs &lt;/strong&gt;either.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was hard,fast and glorious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then bright lights exploded.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got dressed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he said lets get outta the car before you wake up little star &lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or someone comes to the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we sat up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the driver on the other bonnet beside us ...........was awake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did he watch us?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;did we wake him?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt give a rats ass.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just had great sex in my boyfriend's brother's car &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at his other brother's bach eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was feeling mighty pleased with myself................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first he gave me as a foot massage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i got a back massage&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i then gave him a damn good blowjob and &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fell asleep...........bare chest to bare chest&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with his arms around me........*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that felt really good...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had my pants and knickers on&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he was nude&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but from the attention my boobs got......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;my bean&lt;/strong&gt;* is in for a good time when he gets to work on it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm soooooooooooooooo looking forward to that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been 16 months since i've been in a room with a bed &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with my favourite organ.....................*&lt;strong&gt;a phallus&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i have a pack of flavoured condoms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how do i find out if they actually taste flavoured?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i lick them before he rolls it on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i lick his hand after he rolls it on?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i roll them on myself and taste them somehow?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-5124818088724703145</id><published>2009-11-02T14:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-02T15:25:28.298-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Hallow wetin?</title><content type='html'>Wetin concern me with blending in with ghosts?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wetin my own with costume?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A scary one at that????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My people.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the moment i'm outta my door till i'm back within the comfort of my home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Na so so conversation with Baba&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Because that Him banner no suppose comot from our head o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eko le ni( Lagos Hard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By God's grace-I will not meet and they will not meet me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Phone collectors&lt;br /&gt;Pickpockets&lt;br /&gt;Tax Collectors&lt;br /&gt;Time Wasters&lt;br /&gt;Unneccessary Bumper to Bumper Traffic&lt;br /&gt;Car Jackers&lt;br /&gt;Ritualists&lt;br /&gt;Kidnappers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;All the above no do me?&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why set aside a day to extra &lt;strong&gt;scare&lt;/strong&gt; meself???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dont need me a special day to remind myself &lt;br /&gt;or &lt;br /&gt;to prepare myself to be scared&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Can someone advice my neighbourhood kids to &lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt; with the fireworks already?(banger)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate being startled.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and the one that is unfortunate to be caught by me................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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/&gt;hence he must be a good in bed....*cough*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kunle Adeyoola was fun to watch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kanayo was great...he seemed to get all the poverty monologues though&lt;br /&gt;....Wole why now???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Precious was hilarious when he talked about Hadijat......lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Kenneth.....no man should be that foolish...i must say there &lt;br /&gt;must have been some greed involved in your jail sentence&lt;br /&gt;(i do know it was just an act-this is not to say anything about your character)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bimbo was fabulous....powerful sexy grey you....the cane was cute......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thanks Wole a.k.a Laspapi....i &lt;strong&gt;thoroughly&lt;/strong&gt; enjoyed the play....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;looking forward to two weeks of no work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i *&lt;strong&gt;FINALLY&lt;/strong&gt;* got time off work&lt;br /&gt;and two weeks just does not cut it......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wanted three weeks for starters but Cruella Deville&lt;br /&gt;wondered what the office would do without me for 3 weeks&lt;br /&gt;besides none of my colleagues wanted the responsibilities of my duties&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways i got some time off&lt;br /&gt;i need to gain those extra kg's i lost recently&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wish to God i had a &lt;strong&gt;cook&lt;/strong&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear &lt;strong&gt;Future Hubby&lt;/strong&gt;....i love you&lt;br /&gt;but i &lt;strong&gt;will have &lt;/strong&gt;a cook on my payroll even if i wont have a maid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i *&lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt;* cook up a storm..........&lt;br /&gt;but I know as much as he will &lt;strong&gt;find out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;better skills&lt;/strong&gt; are not in the kitchen....*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pal of mine says&lt;br /&gt;women always expect men to pay for sex&lt;br /&gt;i say no&lt;br /&gt;he says yes&lt;br /&gt;what say yo????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-7310911877101409103?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7310911877101409103/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=7310911877101409103' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/7310911877101409103'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/7310911877101409103'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/10/tarzan-monologues.html' title='Tarzan Monologues............'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-7456382825371530230</id><published>2009-10-07T16:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-07T16:13:32.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Another Year............</title><content type='html'>I was a year older &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7th October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those that forgot........&lt;br /&gt;your case(s) are hopeless&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who remembered&lt;br /&gt;thank you..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those who sent texts,called,put up facebook wall posts and messages&lt;br /&gt;i really appreciate....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my mum.....thanks for being my vessel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my brothers.....thanks for being there for me always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my dad........you are not beyond redemption....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to friends and family.......i appreciate you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to the man who will be my lover,confidante,best friend,brother,father and father of my children.......bump into me........soon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to my car......i waited this long to own you-you are not brand new but i promise to take good care of you,please remember i should ride you and not the other way round......be good to me....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-7456382825371530230?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7456382825371530230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=7456382825371530230' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/7456382825371530230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/7456382825371530230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/10/another-year.html' title='Another Year............'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-542034864797235429</id><published>2009-10-02T19:32:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-02T19:47:25.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>did i jump to conclusions???</title><content type='html'>my ex called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;do i still hang out at my cousin's??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's housesitting for his mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so without saying it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he passed the message across...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ibi pop over sometime.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when hell freezes over..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-542034864797235429?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-9039868219624852856</id><published>2009-08-10T14:02:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-10T15:12:20.664-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Roaches........</title><content type='html'>So................last night&lt;br /&gt;i was watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;then i see a &lt;strong&gt;roach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;aaaaaaaaaaarrrrrrrrrrgggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant stand cockroaches&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather be in the same room with a snake&lt;br /&gt;well i have been..........&lt;br /&gt;but i cant be in the same room with a rat or roach&lt;br /&gt;the dreaded R's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i always have insecticide beside my bed&lt;br /&gt;so i use it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was my undoing..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i saw another.......... &lt;br /&gt;then another&lt;br /&gt;i jumped up&lt;br /&gt;put on the light&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yea...the bug uns that can fly&lt;br /&gt;four of them had been irritated by the insecticide&lt;br /&gt;so i get up&lt;br /&gt;and deal with them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually i see four big uns and three small uns&lt;br /&gt;very &lt;strong&gt;dead&lt;/strong&gt;......yippie......&lt;br /&gt;left them on the floor of my room and swept them out in the morn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now if i believed in that shit&lt;br /&gt;i would say i dealt with them&lt;br /&gt;u know.....erm.....the witches they sent to me in cockroach form&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my room now smells of insecticide and perfume and i'm cockroach free&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do babes go &lt;strong&gt;fuck fuck fuck &lt;/strong&gt;when they are getting &lt;strong&gt;fucked&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tend to go ...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why you thought i would tell you what my &lt;strong&gt;soundtrack&lt;/strong&gt; is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so a pair of ex's have been calling&lt;br /&gt;the other one i blew away cos it seemed everything i said was rude&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;am &lt;/strong&gt;opinionated&lt;br /&gt;i know what i am&lt;br /&gt;so i knew we could not be together&lt;br /&gt;moreover dude was stuck in a town i had no idea to go live in&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;other ex is Mel&lt;br /&gt;he's being acting nice&lt;br /&gt;off and on again&lt;br /&gt;which was his signature in the 3 years we were off and on again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways i'm celibate.........single.......and need a raise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sex i can get&lt;br /&gt;or may get&lt;/strong&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;I'm gonna be lazying around sooooooooonnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;i wanna laze around cos &lt;br /&gt;its coming........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Holy Month!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-9039868219624852856?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/9039868219624852856/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=9039868219624852856' title='32 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/9039868219624852856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/9039868219624852856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/08/roaches.html' title='Roaches........'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>32</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-7822552157590217626</id><published>2009-07-22T15:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-07-22T16:34:46.842-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Brought work home........ended up visiting Baroque's and stole this.....</title><content type='html'>Stolen Anything: i only borrow...*wink*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been Drunk Before Noon: if being satiated counts....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Sex In A Public Place: a car,a roof,the stairs,someone's porch abi na verandah,on a well,hotels(lol)....off to find new spots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Got Caught Telling A Lie: Of course.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been Arrested: Almost...arresting officer saw the press card my pal had and he changed his mind...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Littered: When i was younger......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fantasized About A Co-Worker: Everyday...*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated On A Test: The end justifies the means......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cheated In A Relationship: He was sleeping with his ex........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Failed A Class: Never. A few.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Screened Your Phone Calls: I &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; to....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Eaten Food Off The Floor: does beef and groundnut count?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stuck Gum Under A Desk: Was i suppossed to put it under my shoe????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wished You Were Someone Else: Denzel's wife&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cried During A Movie: A few tear drops.....the first movies---the burning train and yeh vada raha....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had A One Night Stand: A few.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had To Pull Over On The Side Of The Road To Puke?: nope&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had Your Heart Broken?: ...it cracked......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had A Good Feeling About Something?: Yep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Had A Near Death Experience: my life flashed before my eyes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Swam In Freezing Water: I have no plan to.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jumped Off A House: i have no suicidal tendencies...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Been Attacked?: not really&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bungee Jumped: I'd rather get fucked on an escalator(in a mall).....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;White Water Rafted: is it the same as playing ludo?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pulled An All Nighter?: what do you think????.honestly......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Surfed: I'd rather get my pussy eaten.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Lied About Your Age: why would i????...if he can handle it-so can I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Broken A Bone?: and be unable to get some great sexing???????hell no.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-7822552157590217626?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/7822552157590217626/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=7822552157590217626' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/7822552157590217626'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/7822552157590217626'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/07/brought-work-homeended-up-visiting.html' title='Brought work home........ended up visiting Baroque&apos;s and stole this.....'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-8229409205393241628</id><published>2009-06-23T17:24:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-23T17:31:40.202-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Onesidedexamsex</title><content type='html'>So i caught Jerry Springer recently and this woman &lt;br /&gt;said even though her husband has cheated on her for &lt;br /&gt;8 of the ten years they have been married,she was not &lt;br /&gt;letting him have sex with her cos she was scared of sti's &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;but &lt;/strong&gt;until the last of the 6 children she &lt;br /&gt;has for him turns eighteen-he was stuck with her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was amused at the way she slapped him around &lt;br /&gt;and the fact that she said she wasnt letting him go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sometimes we do that&lt;br /&gt;either forcefully or subtly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we hang on to a relationship that is one sided&lt;/strong&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i went for my annual basic medical exam.......&lt;br /&gt;turns out it was ante natal day&lt;br /&gt;met a pal who asked if i was &lt;strong&gt;breeding&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;nah......&lt;strong&gt;not yet&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doc talked me out of doing a fertility test&lt;br /&gt;he said i can always find out when i start &lt;strong&gt;trying&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;and maybe have&lt;strong&gt; difficulty &lt;/strong&gt;conceiving&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he also scolded me for not having done a breast &lt;br /&gt;exam since the one i had&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;abegi make my booby rest-who knows.........&lt;br /&gt;maybe just maybe.....*wink* &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got talking sex with my aunt and it was funny &lt;br /&gt;recollecting how difficult it was for my &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; to deflower me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he never succeeded.......he caused me no pain &lt;br /&gt;and eventually left my hymen intact&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man who did ....caused me &lt;strong&gt;bittersweet&lt;/strong&gt; pain......*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i get a boyfriend and or a husband&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he will not be allowed to read &lt;strong&gt;this&lt;/strong&gt; blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......if he ever finds it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;it wasnt me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i dont care how in love he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite sure he would take no pleasure &lt;br /&gt;in my sexcapades.......most of them have &lt;br /&gt;being recounted in detail on my blog&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for all of una whey dey miss the sexcapades series&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my pussy no see action so how i go write story??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been called a lioness,magnificent,wonderful,sensual,sexy,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been told i bring out the animal in him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been told no one has ever made him do this....&lt;br /&gt;.........go on and on and on in one night....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been told you have a pert butt,never say you are a &lt;br /&gt;member of nassatall.....(it looks perter now).......*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been told i have lovely skin......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been told i have mad skills.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been told i do great things with my waist,legs,mouth,hands.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been asked not to look-my eyes were doing things to him he said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once gave a guy a hard on from spooning rice,plantain and beef into my mouth.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been told i'm flexible&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been told i've got lovely boobs....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been told sex/lovemaking was earth shattering,mind blowing,special,different,fab,great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been told...Ibi you are lazy...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've also been asked...&lt;strong&gt;do you want to kill me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been told Ibi let me feel u(lets jettison a condom)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone once asked me to marry him after i fucked his brains out&lt;br /&gt;he only brought out the beast in me-if i dare say so miself &lt;br /&gt;but marraige&amp;^%$£%&amp;*.........hell no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all of these and more in relation to sex......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told mi aunt i dont miss sex&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;well i dont&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but after writing this......&lt;strong&gt;i do&lt;/strong&gt;..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-8229409205393241628?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8229409205393241628/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=8229409205393241628' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/8229409205393241628'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/8229409205393241628'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/06/onesidedexamsex.html' title='Onesidedexamsex'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-3360271520322766864</id><published>2009-06-14T14:41:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-14T15:26:03.104-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Crossroads,PHCN,Passwords and Hot water!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So a pal of mine&lt;strong&gt; was &lt;/strong&gt; at a crossroad(since this post is a week late)&lt;br /&gt;my internet provider cut me off due to a mistake by the silly teller at the bank or the silly office assistant who took the money to the bank-one or both of them.......&lt;strong&gt;aaaaaaaarrrrrrrggggggghhhhhhh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....she settled for someone cos he was the &lt;strong&gt;only one &lt;/strong&gt;in her life &lt;br /&gt;but now she's met &lt;strong&gt;the kinda guy &lt;/strong&gt;she would &lt;br /&gt;rather spend the rest of her days with&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know her well enuff to know&lt;br /&gt;she just has more fun in new guy's company cos he's classy&lt;br /&gt;a real gentleman.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm just waiting to see who ends up for the long haul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did not have long to wait especially after i told her&lt;br /&gt;its aiight to have fun but you need to decide what you'd rather have&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;fun or friendship&lt;/strong&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly i could care less about her love live crisis.......&lt;br /&gt;here i am.......bemoaning my lack of a phallus &lt;br /&gt;and there she is with two dicks at her beck and call.....&lt;br /&gt;mcsheeeeeeeeewwww&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;frankly.......&lt;br /&gt;if i snap my fingers i could get to tumble&lt;br /&gt;with a guy(s)........*fluttering eyelashes*&lt;br /&gt;but the one&lt;strong&gt; willie &lt;/strong&gt;i'm craving is off limits&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i reminded myself not to get worked up watching tv&lt;br /&gt;t'was reality tv sef-isnt that staged????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;PHCN...........your PAPA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;rain you dey do me &lt;strong&gt;strong thing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me cuz just got a car&lt;br /&gt;she got me all broody(for a car)&lt;br /&gt;her car is cute and it aiint brand new&lt;br /&gt;maybe.......just maybe.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;met a woman at the saloon last week&lt;br /&gt;she was foolish enuff to let her maid take her weave off&lt;br /&gt;she's now bald in four spots&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it just occured to me every password i own is either vulgar&lt;br /&gt;or has one of my brother's name or their bday date&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i once had to give my boss access to my system and &lt;br /&gt;he could not get over mi having a boys name as my password&lt;br /&gt;to this day......&lt;br /&gt;he thinks thats my boo's name&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lucky for me&lt;br /&gt;it was not &lt;strong&gt;bigwillieat&lt;/strong&gt;.....(yea its a password i use)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Joke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two young boys walked into a pharmacy one day,&lt;br /&gt;picked out a box of tampons and proceeded to the checkout counter. &lt;br /&gt;The man at the counter asked the older boy: "Son, how old are you?" &lt;br /&gt;"Eight," the boy replied. &lt;br /&gt;The man continued: "Do you know what these are used for?" &lt;br /&gt;The boy replied: "not exactly, but they aren't for me. &lt;br /&gt;They're for him. He's my brother. He's four. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We saw on TV that if you use these you would be able to swim and ride a bike and right now, he can't do either&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;And a sex tip&lt;br /&gt;'A breath mint in your mouth before performing oral sex &lt;br /&gt;has the dual benefit of both making it more pleasant for you &lt;br /&gt;and extra stimulating for her. ' &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i got dropped off at oshodi about 720pm&lt;br /&gt;tried to get the red Lagbus to my destination&lt;br /&gt;could not.........&lt;br /&gt;so i took a regular bus&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it had a flat around siemens&lt;br /&gt;got scared cos it was almost 8pm by now and i had my lappy with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got a cab&lt;br /&gt;i ordinarily would not have taken it&lt;br /&gt;thanks to mi cuz&lt;br /&gt;she hates rickety cabs&lt;br /&gt;but i was almost choking on my fear&lt;br /&gt;i'm a scaredy cat on the streets of Lagos &lt;br /&gt;after 7pm when i have valuables on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got into the cab&lt;br /&gt;get comfy and was praying the cab would not fall to pieces&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Thank God i was praying&lt;br /&gt;next thing i know&lt;br /&gt;i see steam on the dash and water trickles down to my feet&lt;br /&gt;at first i'm mesmerized&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;till i start yelping&lt;br /&gt;the water is &lt;strong&gt;HOT&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how does water from a radiator steam up and run down the dashboard???&lt;br /&gt;so he stops&lt;br /&gt;and i hop out&lt;br /&gt;i cross the road blindly then i'm dancing&lt;br /&gt;all the while -i'm watching the cab closely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the man starts to fiddle with his car&lt;br /&gt;then a good samaritan stops to help baba&lt;br /&gt;then i scream&lt;br /&gt;BABA!!!!!!!!!everything i own is in your cab&lt;br /&gt;if anything happens!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my left feet is smarting the whole time&lt;br /&gt;and i'm dancing to relieve the pain&lt;br /&gt;i was also barefoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he calls to me to come over,that he has it under control&lt;br /&gt;i ask him to get off the road&lt;br /&gt;i start to scout for another cab&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba bemoans the loss of his cab fare&lt;br /&gt;thats when i remember my lappy!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i scream&lt;br /&gt;run to the cab and pull up the bag&lt;br /&gt;the bag is wet!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i start to wail&lt;br /&gt;no tears but i was wailing&lt;br /&gt;Baba goes why are you crying??? the bag is not wet&lt;br /&gt;i'm screaming its wet its wet oh my God!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my lappy!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;my left foot still smarts&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get another cab head home&lt;br /&gt;strip my lappy &lt;br /&gt;yippie....its aiight maybe if i had left it a little longer.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i send a text to my aunt the nurse(the only medical personnel i know who can consult over the phone)my cuz and my pal&lt;br /&gt;who in turns suggested a burn cream,vaseline and an egg&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the burn cream i could not get from the pharmacy-e don finish&lt;br /&gt;vaseline gives you blisters after a burn&lt;br /&gt;the egg i ended up breaking it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i resorted to pap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and it worked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been a week&lt;br /&gt;the spot the water hit is dark and itches like crazy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which means its healing(cos it itches)&lt;br /&gt;i'm just glad i did not get a blister&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here's a picture of me with my first aid.....lol&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-3360271520322766864?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3360271520322766864/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=3360271520322766864' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3360271520322766864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3360271520322766864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/06/crossroadsphcnpasswords-and-hot-water.html' title='Crossroads,PHCN,Passwords and Hot water!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-6382534007089117711</id><published>2009-05-31T14:37:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-31T16:42:13.596-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Ibiluv is 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So mi blogged turned &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; today&lt;br /&gt;yippie!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i treated blog writer to a manicure,a pedicure&lt;br /&gt;and dinner out..........&lt;br /&gt;alone yea but it felt good to treat me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lost 5,000 naira yesterday&lt;br /&gt;got sooooooooo mad i was prone to curse &lt;br /&gt;the bagger that picked it&lt;br /&gt;then i remembered it was my fault&lt;br /&gt;if i had put the money in my purse instead of &lt;br /&gt;in my pant pocket,i for no loose am.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i sent a prayer to Baba God&lt;br /&gt;i pray my money does not end up spent on drugs,cigarettes or alcohol&lt;br /&gt;it had better go to some hungry family that saw it as manna from heaven&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my aunt says i look pregnant&lt;br /&gt;since i've not held,rode,sucked,licked or &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;a phallus in almost a year&lt;br /&gt;and i doubt if we have sperm banks in naija&lt;br /&gt;moreover i have not visited one....&lt;br /&gt;her diagnosis is soooooooooooooo wrong.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways i'm all for a &lt;strong&gt;sexually satisfying relationship&lt;/strong&gt;without getting pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;children should be catered for&lt;br /&gt;nutured.......&lt;br /&gt;brought up in the way of the Lord&lt;br /&gt;educated&lt;br /&gt;fed&lt;br /&gt;clothed&lt;br /&gt;and one should be ready to worry till they die&lt;br /&gt;moreover they cry at night&lt;br /&gt;then they teeth&lt;br /&gt;then they crawl&lt;br /&gt;then you have to chase them around the home&lt;br /&gt;then they are adorable darlings&lt;br /&gt;then little horrors&lt;br /&gt;then darlings&lt;br /&gt;then annoying adolescents&lt;br /&gt;then they make your heart soar with pride&lt;br /&gt;until they become your meal ticket.....(maybe not)&lt;br /&gt;but then they start to take care of you &lt;br /&gt;when you loose the ability to do so yourself&lt;br /&gt;why would &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; human not think it thru &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;before&lt;/strong&gt; getting pregnant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sex lasts all of 13 mins for most men(i'm not counting foreplay)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;children last a lifetime&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mama calls me sometimes to ask if i've eaten&lt;br /&gt;when i &lt;strong&gt;scream&lt;/strong&gt; she goes&lt;br /&gt;you'll always be &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; child&lt;br /&gt;i dont care how &lt;strong&gt;old&lt;/strong&gt; you get........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;awwwwwwwwwwwwww&lt;br /&gt;love you mama&lt;/strong&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mi cousin says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; a man knows why he wants to be with a female&lt;br /&gt;maybe all he likes is the &lt;strong&gt;swell of her cleavage&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he just likes how her&lt;strong&gt; ass looks in a skirt&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he likes the &lt;strong&gt;way she talks&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe he likes the &lt;strong&gt;way she sings&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe she can &lt;strong&gt;cook up a storm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe she &lt;strong&gt;fucks his brains out&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when he makes the decision to marry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if and when &lt;/strong&gt;he decides to.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only he will know why he choose to spend &lt;br /&gt;the rest of his life with the woman he chooses&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dont be surprised if he cant explain it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why did he give me this lecture?&lt;br /&gt;he has a girl&lt;br /&gt;she's hawt..............she models part time(she's in uni)&lt;br /&gt;but he's been chasing after a little girl &lt;br /&gt;that lives in the flat below where i live with her family&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if all he wants to do is tap that ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos he asked if i was not curious about his attentions to her&lt;br /&gt;and if i was gonna tell the babe anything&lt;br /&gt;and i said all i could &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; will tell her if she thinks &lt;br /&gt;she can cosy up to me bcos of him is &lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;he just wants to tap that ass&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;so she better continue to be a silent neighbour&lt;br /&gt;and if she's allowing her ass to be tapped&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at least &lt;strong&gt;she's&lt;/strong&gt; getting sum.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my friend's ex used to say je ka lo dobo&lt;br /&gt;used to get her hackles up&lt;br /&gt;cos it means lets go fuck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i read a novel recently and dude says&lt;br /&gt;come upstairs and lie with me&lt;br /&gt;i thought *sweet*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but that just gives her time to say no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;men should never ask dem yeye questions&lt;br /&gt;can i kiss you?&lt;br /&gt;can i fuck u?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if u wanna.....just turn her to putty&lt;br /&gt;if she lets you&lt;br /&gt;chances are..............you &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; tap it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;whats all that question and answer for&lt;/strong&gt;??????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know i talk,write,read,watch sex a lot......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its the next best thing to &lt;strong&gt;having &lt;/strong&gt;it!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-6382534007089117711?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6382534007089117711/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=6382534007089117711' title='34 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/6382534007089117711'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/6382534007089117711'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/05/ibiluv-is-2.html' title='Ibiluv is 2!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-6264328290530321975</id><published>2009-05-24T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-24T16:41:59.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I gat sex on my mind..............</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_hS5hp3cCE/ShnZevTO5NI/AAAAAAAAACE/OENDRoIJAxY/s1600-h/PICT1283.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_hS5hp3cCE/ShnZevTO5NI/AAAAAAAAACE/OENDRoIJAxY/s320/PICT1283.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5339537955340870866" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;What do you think this is above&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm not promiscuos by any means&lt;br /&gt;and i certainly wont tumble into bed with every man&lt;br /&gt;i go &lt;strong&gt;wow&lt;/strong&gt; over......&lt;br /&gt;i'm liberated and independent enuff to choose my partners&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which is why i need my head examined for ogling my cousin&lt;br /&gt;he was in the country two weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last tyme i saw him he was a tot&lt;br /&gt;so i hang out with my uncles and their kids &lt;br /&gt;and the next day i drop by their hotel before &lt;br /&gt;heading into work cos i needed to send some stuff to my mum&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my little cousin&lt;br /&gt;well he's not so little anymore&lt;br /&gt;comes to the door with his boxers on&lt;br /&gt;and my jaw dropped..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;daayyuuuuummmmmmm&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you dont get a bod like that &lt;br /&gt;without spending tyme in the gym&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i mentally shook my head cos i needed &lt;br /&gt;to stop............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i guess its cos&lt;br /&gt;most guys my age dont have abs like that&lt;br /&gt;they are all gaining love handles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont remind me &lt;strong&gt;i have love handles&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i do&lt;br /&gt;but i LOOOOOOKKKK good&lt;br /&gt;and you dont see my love handles except you've got me naked&lt;br /&gt;and i hear when a lady is naked&lt;br /&gt;it dont matter what little things are.....*fluttering eyelashes*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my cousins(another one)like to have get togethers &lt;strong&gt;every&lt;/strong&gt; birthday&lt;br /&gt;its her mum's birthday next month&lt;br /&gt;and i'm supposed to &lt;strong&gt;drop&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can but i really dont wanna&lt;br /&gt;i could invest in a killer bag or shoes &lt;strong&gt;for me&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm gonna......cos i dont wanna be labelled stingy&lt;br /&gt;cos everyone else seems to be in the mood to be generous.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'm soooooo gonna be on her case in dec when it is &lt;strong&gt;my mum's &lt;/strong&gt;birthday&lt;br /&gt;i'll keep u posted if she drops or scrams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I can sleep with you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;enjoy you &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but we are &lt;strong&gt;not&lt;/strong&gt; a couple&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its never too late&lt;br /&gt;to be who you wanna be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What else is new?????&lt;br /&gt;i always have sex on my mind.....*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;which is bad when u are single &lt;br /&gt;dont wanna be labelled a slut......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;and you have a bedsheet like mine&lt;/strong&gt;.........yea&lt;br /&gt;i sleep on the red and white......&lt;strong&gt;what is that&lt;/strong&gt;???????????&lt;br /&gt;*wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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mind..............'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_hS5hp3cCE/ShnZevTO5NI/AAAAAAAAACE/OENDRoIJAxY/s72-c/PICT1283.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>19</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-1208964410398011223</id><published>2009-05-13T15:10:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-13T15:39:44.127-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt Crack....Arms Akimbo........Una travel???</title><content type='html'>Abeg when butt crack dey scratch person for road&lt;br /&gt;wetin man oops woman go do?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i waka funny &lt;br /&gt;people go think say i go chop &lt;strong&gt;big one&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i waka normal the thing go they scratch me dey go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na so i manage o&lt;br /&gt;as i climb okada sef&lt;br /&gt;e still dey itch me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon as i enter house&lt;br /&gt;e no scratch me again &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tire o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i enter bus&lt;br /&gt;one elderly well in her 40's &lt;br /&gt;wanted to be comfortable &lt;br /&gt;so she sat &lt;strong&gt;arms akimbo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first i ignored it&lt;br /&gt;then i pointed it out to her&lt;br /&gt;moreover i be lepa sef so wetin?????&lt;br /&gt;she apologised o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only to continue to sit akimbo&lt;br /&gt;shuo&lt;br /&gt;if she wants comfort&lt;br /&gt;she should buy a car &lt;br /&gt;make we bus people continue our &lt;br /&gt;skin toucing games until we can afford comfort....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do u do when u see a &lt;strong&gt;celebrity&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me-it depends on my mood o&lt;br /&gt;sometimes i smile,wave,acknowledge&lt;br /&gt;go over for a chat and or a picture&lt;br /&gt;other times i look at them without even a flicker of acknowledgement&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why?&lt;br /&gt;cos sometimes i'm just not in the mood to be friendly.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw my fave celebrity at a party over the weekend &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looked tired&lt;br /&gt;i wanted to go over,give him a hug &lt;br /&gt;and let him rest his head on my bosom...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh*.....his entourage no gree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;effing bee of eye(FBI)...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last week,some yeye dogs for my neighbourhood&lt;br /&gt;dey bark like say them don rabid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was not comfortable with the noise &lt;br /&gt;but hey what can a fyne gal do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some one decided to do something&lt;br /&gt;he got a stick and chased them dogs away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two days later&lt;br /&gt;no electricity-as usual-he was chilling outside&lt;br /&gt;on his car bonnet &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;small time-he heard a bark&lt;br /&gt;he is startled and falls off his car&lt;br /&gt;does not see a dog he said&lt;br /&gt;but he realises he cant get up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is there for 30mins before someone walking by saw him&lt;br /&gt;his left side was paralysed&lt;br /&gt;head to foot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is back on his feet now&lt;br /&gt;left side restored&lt;br /&gt;he spent a few days in hospital and in church&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they say it was the dog.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;partial stroke no be beans &lt;br /&gt;and to have had a full recovery &lt;br /&gt;in a matter of days &lt;strong&gt;is a miracle&lt;/strong&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pal of mine was with a pal of his&lt;br /&gt;i passed by and she laughed&lt;br /&gt;it seemed.......with him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it seemed i was the butt of the laugh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it may not have been&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was self conscious for 10mins &lt;br /&gt;then i remembered i was not carrying shit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so why would they laff at me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but it reminded me again why the Holy book &lt;br /&gt;says &lt;strong&gt;laughter is an agent of the devil&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the prophet Mohammed (saw) only ever smiled&lt;br /&gt;he never laughed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if men were to be punished for that alone&lt;br /&gt;i no go smell paradise&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i too dey laff&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at people, with people, at myself......*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the next time someone wonders about me being single&lt;br /&gt;i will tell them to go read my Quran&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Khadijat got married to a 25 year old hunk at age 40&lt;br /&gt;yes.......she(40)...he(25)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so since i have not yet attained the ripe old age of 40&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;adonis&lt;/strong&gt; shall not pass me by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the mean time.......before Denzel arrives&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;where are all the phalluses......una travel????????&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-1208964410398011223?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1208964410398011223/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=1208964410398011223' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/1208964410398011223'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/1208964410398011223'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/05/butt-crackarms-akimbouna-travel.html' title='Butt Crack....Arms Akimbo........Una travel???'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>30</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-6476162225680394230</id><published>2009-04-28T16:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-28T18:01:46.993-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Butt Augmentation..........Alum</title><content type='html'>I'm too swamped at work to go online anymore&lt;br /&gt;partly true but we no longer have acccess to the internet&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what *they* did&lt;br /&gt;but they've done &lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt; again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i do all my online biz at home&lt;br /&gt;it also means i've been listening to E! more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr 90210 is a fav of mine&lt;br /&gt;a brazilian butt augmentation is looking &lt;br /&gt;like what i'll give myself &lt;br /&gt;for my next birthday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'll pass&lt;br /&gt;all i need to do &lt;strong&gt;is&lt;/strong&gt; gain weight&lt;br /&gt;cos i know it'll go south...*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Do what makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;sometimes what makes you happy&lt;br /&gt;is a lot harder and scarier than what is safe&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raise your left leg&lt;br /&gt;make it go clockwise&lt;br /&gt;write 1-6 in the air...........*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did u do this successfully&lt;/strong&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Someone should tell this idiotic mallam across the road&lt;br /&gt;i need to pass by his hut to get to the busstop&lt;br /&gt;545am is no time to be bathing!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;so what if he's hiding between two parked cars??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time i hear him&lt;br /&gt;i'll turn my torch &lt;strong&gt;on&lt;/strong&gt; his phallus!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;i wanna see if he's as &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; as the myth says he is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what myth?&lt;br /&gt;the myth that Hausa men are &lt;strong&gt;endowed&lt;/strong&gt;......*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one yeye babe killed english&lt;br /&gt;she pronounced musk as &lt;strong&gt;mooooooosque&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;only cos she needed her bobo to buy musk&lt;br /&gt;does he smell?????????&lt;br /&gt;i didnt get close enuff to find out........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;he was still inside her&lt;br /&gt;could not bear to seperate himself&lt;br /&gt;h knew he should...ease away and give her time to recover&lt;br /&gt;however much he'd fought not to hurt her there was bound to be some discomfort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;finally a book that attests that breaking a woman's hymen&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will cause discomfort&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies&lt;br /&gt;we need not bother with kaun(alum) &lt;strong&gt;as the myth says&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Matlock can give us that tight feeling men cherish&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;personally i take my &lt;strong&gt;kegels&lt;/strong&gt; seriously&lt;br /&gt;but..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dr Matlock says kegels dont work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;note to self-stop kegelling my poor vagina&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after my kids i'll just go see Dr Matlock &lt;br /&gt;so mi hubby(the one who brings my pa 40 tubers of yam)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;never forgets to visit the pussy he signs on&lt;br /&gt;to partner his dick for life&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-6476162225680394230?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6476162225680394230/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=6476162225680394230' title='27 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/6476162225680394230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/6476162225680394230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/04/butt-augmentationalum.html' title='Butt Augmentation..........Alum'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>27</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-740260652252567998</id><published>2009-04-21T15:24:00.002-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T15:46:00.247-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Names.......Inquisition......K leg</title><content type='html'>So do chinese people really drop &lt;br /&gt;alumimium plates to name their kids?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sing li&lt;br /&gt;chen shuo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My people use the circumstance of birth to give names&lt;br /&gt;Oluwapamilerinayo(God has given me laughter)&lt;br /&gt;Omolaja(A child has arrived to settle a family dispute)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do the whites use???&lt;br /&gt;you go hear &lt;strong&gt;Akeelah.....Terrica....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&amp;^%£"$%&amp;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Inquisition&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A guy steps up to you&lt;br /&gt;Hi my name is Bode&lt;br /&gt;I'd like to know you better.......&lt;br /&gt;can we hang out for a drink?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Or he steps up to you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hi&lt;br /&gt;What is your name?&lt;br /&gt;What do you do?&lt;br /&gt;Where do you live?&lt;br /&gt;How old are you?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Which of the two scenarios do you prefer???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the phrase &lt;strong&gt;i'd like to know you better &lt;/strong&gt;irritates me&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea why...........&lt;br /&gt;but once a guy uses that line..........he gets minus 1000 points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So mama asked....dont guys chat you up in buses?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how i go answer???&lt;br /&gt;i fall asleep immediately after paying my fare&lt;br /&gt;any bobo whey wan chat me up &lt;br /&gt;will have to wake me up first..shuo!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so you wonder why do i need to be chatted up in a bus??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she wants her daughter married&lt;br /&gt;by any means.....*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Another preacher said...........&lt;br /&gt;when kids on holiday dey go home&lt;br /&gt;the ones with bad result are scared&lt;br /&gt;cos their result get &lt;strong&gt;K-leg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have K-leg before your God?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as for me.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my legs are slighty bow before my God&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all the better to bend it like beckham with &lt;br /&gt;so as to accommodate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*cough*.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-740260652252567998?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/740260652252567998/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=740260652252567998' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/740260652252567998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/740260652252567998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/04/namesinquisitionk-leg.html' title='Names.......Inquisition......K leg'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-3198670460577397034</id><published>2009-04-13T16:23:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-13T20:55:47.654-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Traffic &amp; Prison&amp; A Boob Massage!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I was in a bus&lt;br /&gt;one yeye traffic like that&lt;br /&gt;silently wishing i could afford a chopper ride&lt;br /&gt;one stupid fat fuck lastma official entered the front seat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the minute i saw him i knew he had arrested the bus&lt;br /&gt;the lady beside me said he was hitching a free ride&lt;br /&gt;he seats in silence for about ten minutes then proceeds &lt;br /&gt;to tell the bus driver where to go to&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hissed and insulted the fat fuck&lt;br /&gt;it was bad enuff we were stuck in traffic&lt;br /&gt;the stupid ass was only concerneded about a quick buck&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he refused every plea and journeyed with the bus in that traffic&lt;br /&gt;as far as the destination we dey go.....&lt;br /&gt;all the while,the bus was arrested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;stupid ass mo'fucker&lt;br /&gt;i don forget hin name,i for publish am sef&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some guy before we got arrested&lt;br /&gt;was preaching&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he has been in prison since 1985&lt;br /&gt;the June 12 crisis he said&lt;br /&gt;he did not steal nor kill&lt;br /&gt;he was a victim of circumstance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then Gov Fashola visited the prison and granted amnesty&lt;br /&gt;he was one of the lucky ones&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his story made me remember &lt;strong&gt;my time in prison&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we were made to visit prison so we would never have to live in one&lt;br /&gt;their living conditions aren't good&lt;br /&gt;they feed poorly&lt;br /&gt;and most times they are innocent(the warder said so)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the warder said some people have had to spend &lt;br /&gt;years on the inside cos of N 5,000 about(£20)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were inmates as young as 15 and as old as in their 80's&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the warder said &lt;br /&gt;if there were.......... &lt;br /&gt;2 men fighting on the street&lt;br /&gt;and they were arrested by the police&lt;br /&gt;if no one sets bail for them&lt;br /&gt;it was not uncommon to find them spend years in prison......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whilst touring&lt;br /&gt;we found out&lt;br /&gt;for an afternoon meal of eba and no stew/soup&lt;br /&gt;the eba had been made in the morning&lt;br /&gt;left to cool without a cover &lt;br /&gt;while the prisoners slaved in the workshops&lt;br /&gt;the idea of workshops was for them to learn new skills &lt;br /&gt;so they could be independent when they get out.........eventually&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;people............my Alfa says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ti won ba fi damask ran aso ewon...a oni ba won ni ipin ni inu e.........Amen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;even if they change prison uniforms to damask materials.....&lt;br /&gt;may we never have cause to wear it......Amen&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;had my boob massaged twice&lt;/strong&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mum's been hounding me to go for a cervical smear test&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i dont live in the uk&lt;br /&gt;her GP knows she has a grown up daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then............Jade Goody dies and she hounds me again&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;found time to go in over the Easter break...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cervix is fyne.........&lt;br /&gt;some thing finally went into my vagina&lt;br /&gt;even if it was a metal and was administered by a female&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*sigh*&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then i do a breast exam and she goes&lt;br /&gt;she found a &lt;strong&gt;lump&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need to come in tom for a sonograph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went home &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no fear at all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i figure she liked the feel of my boobs and wants to touch again&lt;/strong&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go in the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boob massager turns out to be male&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;yippie!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i got a good massage&lt;br /&gt;and he was thorough with the machine&lt;br /&gt;asked if i've ever done a scan before&lt;br /&gt;for boobs.....................nah&lt;br /&gt;for my abdomen............yea&lt;br /&gt;15 years ago...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says...........its nurrin to fear&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just a fibrous mass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a pal of mine said&lt;br /&gt;since i wasn't sportin 34DD's&lt;br /&gt;they should have expected a mass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i got a boob massgae from a woman then a man&lt;/strong&gt;..........*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Easter was restful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how was &lt;strong&gt;your&lt;/strong&gt; Easter?????????????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-3198670460577397034?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3198670460577397034/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=3198670460577397034' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3198670460577397034'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3198670460577397034'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/04/traffic-prison-boob-massage.html' title='Traffic &amp;amp; Prison&amp;amp; A Boob Massage!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-6164252445125133656</id><published>2009-03-30T17:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-30T18:49:22.146-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Sleep with me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>una well done o&lt;br /&gt;i no win anything !!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;www.naijabloggersaward.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyway sha&lt;br /&gt;as una dash me nomination&lt;br /&gt;i'll make do..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moreover the people whey win...............&lt;br /&gt;dem deserve am.........&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;V monologues was a hit again this year&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Revulva made more sense this year thanks to Omonor&lt;br /&gt;Songs of praise.......a hit....&lt;strong&gt;again&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sleep with me...Absolutely.........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na for inside movie them talk am&lt;br /&gt;i dey practise as i go take talk am........*wink*&lt;br /&gt;soon as i get myself a &lt;strong&gt;willing dick&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....am interested in&lt;br /&gt;cos its not like i lack willing dicks&lt;br /&gt;the ones i want are miles away/married/in love with someone/blind to my charms&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a great big crush on a certain crooner&lt;br /&gt;never had one this bigggggg.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;i shake my head for myself&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i recently discovered i've only being in love once&lt;br /&gt;given the average human can fall head over heels in love &lt;strong&gt;seven&lt;/strong&gt; times&lt;br /&gt;i'm waiting for the remaining six times to happen &lt;br /&gt;even if it is with the same man&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i finally faced it&lt;br /&gt;what i felt for Mel was &lt;strong&gt;lust&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy who showed me his phallus???????????&lt;br /&gt;(from my*&lt;strong&gt;are you ready to rumble&lt;/strong&gt;* post)&lt;br /&gt;he showed me&lt;br /&gt;i ogled it&lt;br /&gt;he put it back in&lt;br /&gt;then said he was sorry&lt;br /&gt;he then proceeded to say&lt;br /&gt;he's been to churches&lt;br /&gt;he has climbed mountains&lt;br /&gt;he really has no idea why&lt;br /&gt;but for the past four years&lt;br /&gt;everytyme he sees a group of women&lt;br /&gt;he gets this urge to show them his dick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most times people are shocked and run away&lt;br /&gt;other times he gets beat up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his family.........they are tired of the shame&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he walked away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i looked back at my friends &lt;br /&gt;who just did not understand&lt;br /&gt;how i could patiently look at *it*&lt;br /&gt;not run........&lt;br /&gt;then listen to his explanation&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a crazy world we live in.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his story prompted my neighbour to tell us another&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;old woman&lt;br /&gt;bachelor as tenant(works as bank manager)&lt;br /&gt;woman had &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; child&lt;br /&gt;a teenage girl&lt;br /&gt;babe was bootylicious&lt;br /&gt;bachelor impregnates her&lt;br /&gt;landlady finds out&lt;br /&gt;she calls dude&lt;br /&gt;i know about the pregnancy&lt;br /&gt;what do u wanna do about it?&lt;br /&gt;dude starts to talk long story&lt;br /&gt;woman says &lt;br /&gt;no long talk&lt;br /&gt;i'll take care of my girl and her kid&lt;br /&gt;but you need to leave my home at the end of the month&lt;br /&gt;dude later tricks the girl into taking some drugs&lt;br /&gt;babes not only miscarries&lt;br /&gt;she&lt;strong&gt; dies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what did land lady do?&lt;br /&gt;she inflicted guy with said &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;phallus showing disease&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;crazy thing is&lt;br /&gt;he needs to do his in a market&lt;br /&gt;remember dude was a bank manger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they sent several emissaries to woman&lt;br /&gt;she never denied afflicting guy with phallus showing ailment&lt;br /&gt;she just says&lt;br /&gt;she'll make it stop&lt;br /&gt;if anyone can wake up her child&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;since no one can&lt;br /&gt;he probably still does it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the one i witnessed????&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what &lt;strong&gt;he&lt;/strong&gt; did.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw the international&lt;br /&gt;i love the way it ends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cos life IS like that&lt;br /&gt;you dont always get closure&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;watching the reader&lt;br /&gt;slumdog millionaire &lt;br /&gt;and the curious case of benjamin button &lt;br /&gt;is bad for anyone's self esteem if it aiint high enuff&lt;br /&gt;why did some guy not have that kind of undying love for me&lt;br /&gt;when i was 8,13,15?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why do i have to be boyfriendless&lt;br /&gt;fuckmateless&lt;br /&gt;friend with benfitless?????&lt;br /&gt;in short....dickless.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tire o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cousin's boyfriend's wife just had twins&lt;br /&gt;she's been missing from home since the babies were delivered&lt;br /&gt;she's helping the father ease his......i have no idea whats she's doing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i pity her&lt;br /&gt;cos if she gets preggers&lt;br /&gt;maybe she'll have triplets............&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how she will explain to her fiance how she got preggers........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you walk towards your car&lt;br /&gt;and turn around to see a cutie grinning at you&lt;br /&gt;it just might be me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately.....i've just been grinning like an idiot &lt;br /&gt;every tyme i see someone walking towards their car/or driving it&lt;br /&gt;ermmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;cute cars and delicious people only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i just get this flash..........&lt;br /&gt;that will be me in a few months&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-6164252445125133656?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6164252445125133656/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=6164252445125133656' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/6164252445125133656'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/6164252445125133656'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/03/sleep-with-me.html' title='Sleep with me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-3815028229331363634</id><published>2009-03-21T21:21:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-21T21:28:02.025-07:00</updated><title type='text'>http://naijabloggersaward.blogspot.com/</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;GO VOTE FOR MOI RIGHT NOW&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just saw slumdog millionaire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the reader&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;curious case of benjamin button&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and voted for meself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm off to bed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;had to come remind you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vote for moi!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-3815028229331363634?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3815028229331363634/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=3815028229331363634' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3815028229331363634'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3815028229331363634'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/03/httpnaijabloggersawardblogspotcom.html' title='http://naijabloggersaward.blogspot.com/'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-1632456328643572640</id><published>2009-03-19T04:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-19T06:01:04.938-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I'm a Nominee!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I'm wearing a tag&lt;br /&gt;i'm loving it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Improve your image&lt;br /&gt;be seen with me&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So i went into the loo after a dude&lt;br /&gt;yea its a unisex loo&lt;br /&gt;i saw hair on the seats &lt;br /&gt;so i'm wondering does he have syphilis?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well some crazy bugger once told me &lt;br /&gt;that hair loss &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;there&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;is a sypmtom of the VD&lt;br /&gt;i've never had it so i've never being able to confirm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I'M A NOMINEE&lt;br /&gt;MAKE UNA VOTE OOOOOOOOOOOO&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm but make my mam no discover my blog o&lt;br /&gt;why say una no nominate me for most intelligent?&lt;br /&gt;Fire in my Pants - Blogger who would hook up with based soley on the content of their blog &lt;br /&gt;and &lt;br /&gt;Hot and Sexy! Blogger you think is hot in real life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;honestly..................&lt;br /&gt;i'm humbled i was nominated&lt;br /&gt;i really had no idea&lt;br /&gt;been mad busy at work&lt;br /&gt;then too tired to log onto the net at home&lt;br /&gt;na Smaragd remind me this morning say i never update&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i'm updating so i can canvass for votes&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How many of you know your genotypes?&lt;br /&gt;mine was drummed into my ear at age 7&lt;br /&gt;everytyme i see a good looking brother i may wanna have babies with&lt;br /&gt;i ask him his genotype&lt;br /&gt;most people find it weird that i ask&lt;br /&gt;i've lost cousins cos of this(sickle cell anaemia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have a cousin who has still not had his church wedding&lt;br /&gt;we always have to postpone&lt;br /&gt;dude is always too ill to have a big wedding&lt;br /&gt;he is cheating his brides mum&lt;br /&gt;we are cool with the small thingy we had at the registry&lt;br /&gt;but his mother-in-law still wants Sunny Ade&lt;br /&gt;to play at her daughter's wedding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sadly...i lost another cousin last week&lt;br /&gt;young&lt;br /&gt;married&lt;br /&gt;pregnant wife&lt;br /&gt;a son that will never know his father&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its sad really &lt;br /&gt;very sad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pardon my pessimism&lt;br /&gt;i dont care if my&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt; Denzel &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;shows up&lt;br /&gt;if his genotype is AS(i'm AS)&lt;br /&gt;i'm running away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but once i was in love enough to go the whole hog&lt;br /&gt;we decided every tyme i got pregnant we would do an &lt;strong&gt;amniocentiesis&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i kept wondering if God will forgive me for letting my foetus(s) die&lt;br /&gt;cos we decided everytime we found out we were having a baby with sickle cell &lt;br /&gt;we would let the baby die(abort)&lt;br /&gt;well he chickened out(he has lost an elder brother to sickle cell anemia)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Scroll down more&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;A little more,&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Almost&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;Yap………………………………………………now read.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-1632456328643572640?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1632456328643572640/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=1632456328643572640' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/1632456328643572640'/><link 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&amp; Chris......dude must be &lt;strong&gt;fantastic&lt;/strong&gt; in bed&lt;br /&gt;me thinks he's immature and with the &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;beating&lt;/strong&gt;whey she just &lt;strong&gt;chop&lt;/strong&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;the dick must be &lt;strong&gt;good&lt;/strong&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;else why in heaven's name is she taking him back???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if na me..i care not if the dick is as good as BW...&lt;br /&gt;i aiint going back after such &lt;strong&gt;decking!!!!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cradle snatcher called me at 1140 am sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;this was after he called 8pm sat night to let me know &lt;br /&gt;he is in my hood&lt;br /&gt;his problem??he needs to connect his printer to his &lt;br /&gt;laptop&lt;br /&gt;i say-its sun morn-i know noone who can help&lt;br /&gt;moreover if you are online-me thinks you should be able &lt;br /&gt;to do it yourself&lt;br /&gt;so he says-he's tried without success&lt;br /&gt;why dont i come over???&lt;br /&gt;so i tell him-i've got plans for the day and they dont &lt;br /&gt;include solving his IT issues........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;phone rings at noon another ex&lt;br /&gt;he's in my hood and he is hungry&lt;br /&gt;so i say.........ransack your mama's kitcehn&lt;br /&gt;or go to a restaurant&lt;br /&gt;cos the holy book says you shouldn't eat food prepared &lt;br /&gt;by an concubine or an ex or otherwise&lt;br /&gt;dude goees haba!!!!&lt;br /&gt;kilagbe.....ki le ju(we dey fight???)&lt;br /&gt;i say oh no....i'm just teasing&lt;br /&gt;he says oh he really needs to see my face&lt;br /&gt;so i say my face is busy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord on a sunday morning&lt;br /&gt;what type of terrible soap is this(whey i take baff)??????&lt;br /&gt;i was nicely asking Baba to forgive me my trespasses&lt;br /&gt;so i can pray for a windfall(&lt;strong&gt;money&lt;/strong&gt; not dicks)&lt;br /&gt;afterall i have not fornicated in 8 months&lt;br /&gt;so i'm therefore worthy to &lt;strong&gt;seek and find&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hereby reject and rebuke all ex's&lt;br /&gt;they are ex's for a reason(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba loke as we celebrate the prophet's birth&lt;br /&gt;grant me my heart's desires............AMEN!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;am at the salon hours later...jejely making my nails&lt;br /&gt;but giving my eyes food....watching everyone&lt;br /&gt;this silly ass comes in...pretty..cute kid in tow&lt;br /&gt;no wedding or engagement ring&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;who am i to judge&lt;/strong&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;i'm single......no kids@30 going on......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i totally hated her outfit&lt;br /&gt;if i was male i would not spare her a glance&lt;br /&gt;she was&lt;strong&gt; trying too hard&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;tight skirt......bum was squeezed in...&lt;br /&gt;so you couldnt't appreciate the bum........&lt;br /&gt;top too low.......boobs seeping out&lt;br /&gt;thrashy not classy!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;but then again....&lt;strong&gt;to each his own&lt;/strong&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just wonder.............&lt;br /&gt;i watch nolloywod movies and when a guy needs to send his wife packing&lt;br /&gt;he pushes her out with a ghana must go bag and a box&lt;br /&gt;i look around my home now&lt;br /&gt;and i wonder how many cars i'll need to cart away all&lt;br /&gt;i've acquired over the years......&lt;br /&gt;its irrelevant if i need them or not&lt;br /&gt;they are MINE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and even though when i marry i know i'll have to do sum downsizing&lt;br /&gt;i still know i've got a lot of little bits and pieces of me&lt;br /&gt;that i'm taking along so &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my new home will totally be my home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so pray tell Mr Director....... &lt;br /&gt;if we ever need to act a movie&lt;br /&gt;he had better get me a BRT bus to take my stuff&lt;br /&gt;cos two bags wont take even my shoes!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-3305949922702306492?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3305949922702306492/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=3305949922702306492' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3305949922702306492'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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guy that sells OK in my hood &lt;br /&gt;has a sign that says&lt;br /&gt;80% off&lt;br /&gt;OK is almost free&lt;br /&gt;so i wonder with 80% off&lt;br /&gt;why not just hand it out for free????????&lt;br /&gt;(OK=Okrika=bend down boutique)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;We know when we are being lied to(most times)&lt;br /&gt;but.....some times.......&lt;br /&gt;the truth hurts too much&lt;br /&gt;we'd prefer the lies&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I was talking to a pal&lt;br /&gt;and i asked...............&lt;br /&gt;what names do guys calls babes they sleep with these days....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;together we came up with&lt;br /&gt;scelle&lt;br /&gt;tata&lt;br /&gt;fish&lt;br /&gt;bushmeat&lt;br /&gt;fowl&lt;br /&gt;help me-i'm no male&lt;br /&gt;i know no female wants to be called any of these names&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in my dictionary a man can be a&lt;br /&gt;fling &lt;br /&gt;fuckmate&lt;br /&gt;friend&lt;br /&gt;relative&lt;br /&gt;boyfriend&lt;br /&gt;fiance&lt;br /&gt;husband&lt;br /&gt;i doubt any guy wants to answer to either of the first two names&lt;br /&gt;i've never insinuated to anyone he was any of the first two&lt;br /&gt;................i've had one of both&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i'd rather tumble into bed with a &lt;strong&gt;friend&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fancied myself getting married to a guy a few years ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they guy i leaned on when i broke up with Mel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is currently in a relationship&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks serious&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;last night he called&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i've done lately is emails&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and he asks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;am i happy he is in a relationship&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i say yes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why would i not be?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is it cos i asked you(him) to marry me thrice &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and on each ocassion you brushed me away????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says..........i never asked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moreover he always thought he was not good enough for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i said.........well i did ask you&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i even asked one time why we are we not dating&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every time you brushed my questions away&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew he had major issues because we dont see God the same way&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is a good xtian virgin guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was scared i was gonna lead him straight to hell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me-unclean&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me-definitely not Xtian&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways......he's found a good Xtian girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if she's virgin or not i know not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish him well&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i really do&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm someday gonna find me an unclean guy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who wants to get dirtier with me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with his body and mind and possessions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not his soul&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i need his soul to be pure....*wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-8865088136321223113?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8865088136321223113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=8865088136321223113' title='41 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/8865088136321223113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/8865088136321223113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/02/names.html' title='Names????????????'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>41</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-5634411194237970790</id><published>2009-02-16T13:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-16T14:10:31.261-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Are you ready to rumble????</title><content type='html'>Feb 14th&lt;br /&gt;had errands to run and a wee bit of shopping&lt;br /&gt;the sun was a killer&lt;br /&gt;i &lt;strong&gt;growled&lt;/strong&gt; when the bus conductor's sweat landed on my arm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to my cousin's&lt;br /&gt;laffs-stuffed my face&lt;br /&gt;decided to head on home to dinner with &lt;strong&gt;myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the rain decided otherwise&lt;br /&gt;all the cabs had ladies &lt;br /&gt;touching up their make up in them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an Uncle stays close&lt;br /&gt;he heard i just left so he came to pick me &lt;br /&gt;insisted i spend the night &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;why go home to yourself&lt;/strong&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said most peeps just had their dinner &lt;strong&gt;ruined&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a glint in his eyes he said&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;laroda ojo&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;(theres no easy way to translate this&lt;br /&gt;but what do you think he was saying????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;rain-wet girlfriend-guy's doorstep-val's day/night)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went back to theirs&lt;br /&gt;we had dinner&lt;br /&gt;red wine&lt;br /&gt;and watched &lt;br /&gt;*why did i get married* (for the umpteenth time)&lt;br /&gt;and it occured to me&lt;br /&gt;they've been married 9 years&lt;br /&gt;last year&lt;br /&gt;she got cards at noon&lt;br /&gt;lunch at 2pm(chinese)&lt;br /&gt;and cake at 4pm&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea what he had planned for dinner*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this year&lt;br /&gt;the people at her job missed out on oohing and aahing&lt;br /&gt;but once again&lt;br /&gt;they did not take themselves for granted&lt;br /&gt;...........they have a good thing going&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So conductor tonite hikes the fare by 20naira&lt;br /&gt;i'm too tired to argue&lt;br /&gt;I and many others&lt;br /&gt;Some guy was in the mood for &lt;strong&gt;trouble&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he decided not to pay the hike in price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;conductor rants and raves&lt;br /&gt;drives him past his drop&lt;br /&gt;2 stops later driver stops for another passenger&lt;br /&gt;conductor takes off his shoes/shirt&lt;br /&gt;trust Lagosians they stopped them&lt;br /&gt;i was in the mood to watch a royal rumble&lt;br /&gt;moreover i was disgusted by his antics&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;any man that can floor you&lt;br /&gt;doesnt bother getting neat&lt;br /&gt;he wants you to bloody him if &lt;strong&gt;you can &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos he knows he can bloody you in &lt;strong&gt;seconds&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in another life..........i have a &lt;strong&gt;black belt &lt;/strong&gt;in karate&lt;br /&gt;once........i had a crush on such a &lt;strong&gt;machine&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one thing he always told those of us close to him was&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;never try to catch me unawares&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;guy who did &lt;br /&gt;was flat on his back in seconds&lt;br /&gt;and in danger of getting a dislocated shoulder&lt;br /&gt;unfortunately 50 other people witnessed it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fooling around was usually tricky&lt;br /&gt;you could get a broken finger&lt;br /&gt;just for trying to &lt;strong&gt;startle&lt;/strong&gt; him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i survive his friendship without any scars&lt;br /&gt;but i think &lt;strong&gt;Chris Brown &lt;/strong&gt;was wrong&lt;br /&gt;any man trained in &lt;strong&gt;martial arts&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never uses his skills outside battle&lt;br /&gt;machine or not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;hitting a woman&lt;/strong&gt;...is sooooooooooo wrong&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every kid of mine is gonna be skilled in martial arts&lt;br /&gt;you never know when you may need to defend yourself.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What would you do if you are standing together&lt;br /&gt;a group of 6 women enjoying the evening breeze&lt;br /&gt;asswipe walks up to you&lt;br /&gt;good evening ladies..............&lt;br /&gt;i want to show you something&lt;br /&gt;i'm not interested cos i think&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sales man&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but &lt;br /&gt;..........i watch as he zips down &lt;br /&gt;pulls down his pants and shows us his &lt;strong&gt;phallus&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the others run away screaming&lt;br /&gt;i stand there &lt;strong&gt;grinning&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was a good sized one&lt;br /&gt;in another &lt;strong&gt;circumstance &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;with a guy i really fancy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;that&lt;/strong&gt; would give me &lt;strong&gt;joy&lt;/strong&gt;...........*wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-5634411194237970790?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-7262477025051168228</id><published>2009-02-09T13:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-09T14:06:53.949-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Do I miss him/it????????</title><content type='html'>Dealing with &lt;strong&gt;grief&lt;/strong&gt; is hard ..........&lt;strong&gt;very hard&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;especially if the person is a loved one&lt;br /&gt;when i was called about Gramps-all i said was &lt;strong&gt;its a lie&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a minute later i was packing-heading home&lt;br /&gt;he was gonna be buried in a few hours &lt;br /&gt;but by the tyme i got to my boss to say why i needed to leave&lt;br /&gt;the dam burst.............&lt;br /&gt;i somehow got the words out and made it home&lt;br /&gt;being with people who share your grief can make it easier&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like he's the first i've lost&lt;br /&gt;there was maternal gramps and gran&lt;br /&gt;but paternal gramps-i spent my formative years with&lt;br /&gt;we were close-it hit me hard&lt;br /&gt;miss you gramps..............*sigh*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;asides loosing family&lt;br /&gt;there also friends who have left us&lt;br /&gt;school friends&lt;br /&gt;people we used to work with&lt;br /&gt;acquaintances&lt;br /&gt;neighbours&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i believe when they go&lt;br /&gt;its hard for us to take it in&lt;br /&gt;but we must&lt;br /&gt;cos if he/she wasnt meant to go&lt;br /&gt;he/she would still be with us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a house crumbles&lt;br /&gt;5 days later someone is pulled out almost no injury&lt;br /&gt;same building someone who practically landed on top of the debris&lt;br /&gt;who was seemingly ok-dies on his/her way to hospital&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a home burns&lt;br /&gt;same home &lt;br /&gt;same circumstances&lt;br /&gt;two people get out&lt;br /&gt;one survives one does not&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a plane crashes-one survivor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a car accident-a robbery&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so many ways death may come&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have an aunt who says&lt;br /&gt;death is a debt&lt;br /&gt;we all must pay&lt;br /&gt;only thing is&lt;br /&gt;when it comes it comes with some thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hear he went to sleep and didnt wake up&lt;br /&gt;or he coughed o-and that was it&lt;br /&gt;he only complained of a headache&lt;br /&gt;he was on a bike o&lt;br /&gt;he was travelling o&lt;br /&gt;na robbers shoot am o&lt;br /&gt;so many scenarios&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;my wish for us all&lt;br /&gt;that we pay the debt of death in our old age&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've seen one death too many&lt;br /&gt;Dear Lord its too early in the year &lt;br /&gt;to take your children home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;PS:how come when i'm asked&lt;br /&gt;do you miss her&lt;br /&gt;all i think of is &lt;strong&gt;why miss her&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will she give me money&lt;/strong&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if it is-do you miss him????&lt;br /&gt;all i think of is &lt;strong&gt;why miss him&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;will him give me money&lt;/strong&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if its an ex&lt;br /&gt;him....................&lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;his &lt;strong&gt;phallus&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;strong&gt;oh yesssssssssssss i miss it&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-7262477025051168228?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-2874911959563532295</id><published>2009-02-01T16:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-01T16:57:23.458-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Weight &amp; February..........</title><content type='html'>weighed my cousin yesterday...........&lt;br /&gt;his father &lt;strong&gt;refuses&lt;/strong&gt; to pick him....he weighs &lt;strong&gt;16.4kg&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we call him *&lt;strong&gt;eru ti o se ji gbe&lt;/strong&gt;*(kidnappers cant get him)...lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he'll be two in april&lt;br /&gt;i weighed 12kg at age 10&lt;br /&gt;i remember cos we were weighed in school and i got the nickname &lt;strong&gt;cockroach&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my mum came to school to warn my classmates and the silly ass teacher that gave me the name to desist from calling me such&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next guy that did.....got a&lt;strong&gt; bloody nose&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next person who got me REALLY mad *&lt;strong&gt;has&lt;/strong&gt;* a chipped tooth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm VERY VERY slow to anger&lt;br /&gt;the holy book says.......the best amongst men is he who can control his anger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the few times i've lost it&lt;br /&gt;i've done things i *&lt;strong&gt;should&lt;/strong&gt;* regret&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm VERY vindictive&lt;br /&gt;being able to control my anger is therefore a &lt;strong&gt;VERY &lt;/strong&gt;good thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 12 some classmate told me he liked me&lt;br /&gt;i didnt give a hoot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 14 he sang the song again&lt;br /&gt;i almost maimed him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 15 the whole school must have *&lt;strong&gt;talked&lt;/strong&gt;* to me on his behalf&lt;br /&gt;i did start to date him&lt;br /&gt;all he ever got out of it.........&lt;br /&gt;was a side hug and hand holding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 15 and half&lt;br /&gt;next guy who liked me&lt;br /&gt;used to read me poems&lt;br /&gt;nice.....very nice&lt;br /&gt;he stole a peck on my lips one night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 17 i saw a pair of biceps and i forgot my name&lt;br /&gt;dated him 6 months&lt;br /&gt;fell in love........the first time&lt;br /&gt;he had my heart and got my pussy&lt;br /&gt;he didnt know what to do with it&lt;br /&gt;(he was an 18 yr old virgin....forgive him.....*wink*)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 19 i dated a guy 8 years older&lt;br /&gt;he got my virginity but not my heart&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 22 i gave my body but not my heart&lt;br /&gt;three years later......he got married&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at 25 i tried to repeat *&lt;strong&gt;my previous arrangement&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;but i lost my heart again at 28&lt;br /&gt;sadly he wanted someone else&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its been three years.........&lt;br /&gt;all i'm willing to give is friendship&lt;br /&gt;if i throw in my body........&lt;strong&gt;its my body&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its february again&lt;br /&gt;some guys are gonna start inventing stories&lt;br /&gt;some will break up to make up later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what ever is on your plate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;eat with relish&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm gonna be pampering myself that day&lt;br /&gt;not sure yet&lt;br /&gt;a spa&lt;br /&gt;movie(s) and good food&lt;br /&gt;a good bout(s) of &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;mind melting &lt;br /&gt;grammy award win soundtrack inducing &lt;br /&gt;earth shattering &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sex&lt;/strong&gt; will be &lt;strong&gt;appreciated&lt;/strong&gt;.............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-6594349966143419094</id><published>2009-01-23T00:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-23T03:03:23.342-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Blue Ocean...............</title><content type='html'>So i heard about strip clubs in las gidi&lt;br /&gt;i decided to go see&lt;br /&gt;so i mailed a blogger who had blogged about her experience&lt;br /&gt;and she gave me a name.......&lt;strong&gt;blue ocean&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mentioned it to A(my pal)..........she mentoned it to her boo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he said we three would go&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next time we harrassed him about it.........he said not yet&lt;br /&gt;later he said he needed to go see before letting two ladies tag along&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Sat...we dropped off my cousin at the airport&lt;br /&gt;and talked about hanging out&lt;br /&gt;strippers came into the convo&lt;br /&gt;we tried to go during the holidays &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but he said he passed by and they were closed&lt;br /&gt;we had a laff about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;'strippers on vacation'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made it to ikeja&lt;br /&gt;blue ocean still closed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na wa o &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;dem no go resume&lt;/strong&gt;????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we ladies said ok lets head home&lt;br /&gt;dude says no&lt;br /&gt;lets find &lt;strong&gt;another&lt;/strong&gt; one&lt;br /&gt;i say how?&lt;br /&gt;he says the same way he found blue ocean &lt;br /&gt;all he had was the name......no location......but he found it&lt;br /&gt;i'll ask people even if i have to ask a &lt;strong&gt;police man &lt;/strong&gt;he said&lt;br /&gt;we must find one tonight&lt;br /&gt;so he goes on his mission&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we stay in the car to gossip&lt;br /&gt;he comes back a while later with a dreadlocked pal in tow&lt;br /&gt;i said new pal was not getting into the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ask me-wetin my own?&lt;br /&gt;i be passenger myself&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways new pal takes off on a bike&lt;br /&gt;we follow&lt;br /&gt;when he stops&lt;br /&gt;i wonder&lt;br /&gt;erm........it doesnt look like anything is happening&lt;br /&gt;pal's boo D says-thats the same way blue ocean looks from the street&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i spot &lt;strong&gt;someone&lt;/strong&gt; and i chuckle&lt;br /&gt;there sure is &lt;strong&gt;biz&lt;/strong&gt; happening around here&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;really small place&lt;br /&gt;walked in and did a quick survey&lt;br /&gt;small cosy bar&lt;br /&gt;spotted a girl dancing with the pole&lt;br /&gt;took the cushion closest to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sat back &lt;br /&gt;we ordered drinks&lt;br /&gt;and proceeded to watch the babe........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not bad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she did a striptease&lt;br /&gt;had some sexy moves&lt;br /&gt;was bad looking and as flat as a washboard&lt;br /&gt;definitely not my cup of tea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next babe on had more meat on her bones..........&lt;strong&gt;i like&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;more stuff to &lt;strong&gt;jiggle&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we notice an oldie getting a lap dance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pal and i giggle about it.....so we decided to set her boo up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we asked him to get a lap dance&lt;br /&gt;he was hesistant&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we insisted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he got a &lt;strong&gt;glint&lt;/strong&gt; in his eye&lt;br /&gt;he said pick a girl&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i picked a flat smallie(i figured-he did not have to enjoy it)&lt;br /&gt;my pal said no.......she picked a cute voluptuous babe in a pink teddy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wondered........will he touch?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at first no&lt;br /&gt;but when she jiggled dem boobs at him &lt;br /&gt;he grabbed &lt;strong&gt;ass&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i knew he was in for the &lt;strong&gt;'talk'&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again na she pick......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i figured a lap dance-yes&lt;br /&gt;grab ass-no&lt;br /&gt;and babe has a luscious ass&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while my pal stalks out&lt;br /&gt;i know she's mad&lt;br /&gt;he goes to talk to her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm grinning-imagining the convo in the car&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm still watching the babes&lt;br /&gt;another bootyliious babe was on&lt;br /&gt;i particularly liked her red garter and make up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they had been in the car 20 mins&lt;br /&gt;some dude decides i need company&lt;br /&gt;yes o...he sat beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oturugbeke......a &lt;strong&gt;horny&lt;/strong&gt; guy i no know&lt;br /&gt;i no see anything o but how he no go horny....&lt;br /&gt;he's been watching &lt;strong&gt;naked&lt;/strong&gt; babes jiggle sturvs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i no blame am &lt;br /&gt;as me sef siddon alone&lt;br /&gt;maybe i dey &lt;strong&gt;advertise&lt;/strong&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then proceeds to move closer....ehn ehn&lt;br /&gt;mo don jazzy re......&lt;br /&gt;i get up.....get to the car..........ignore their tiff&lt;br /&gt;scold them both for leaving me alone to the wolves in there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i needed to pee&lt;br /&gt;we went back in&lt;br /&gt;there was a big mama on when i came out of the loo&lt;br /&gt;big mama should consider retirement&lt;br /&gt;not a nice show-my opinion&lt;br /&gt;but the guys seemed to enjoy her&lt;br /&gt;she had no moves&lt;br /&gt;just a lot of fat ass jiggling and droopy boobs&lt;br /&gt;and vagina in ur face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left soon after..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i've seen &lt;strong&gt;strippers&lt;/strong&gt; in lagos&lt;br /&gt;or as they are called..........&lt;strong&gt;gogo dancers&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;way back from work mon&lt;br /&gt;babe ahead me in the bus &lt;br /&gt;had a striking resemblance to a certain stripper &lt;br /&gt;what are the odds?????????&lt;br /&gt;i kept staring at her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she came down at my stop&lt;br /&gt;i got a good look&lt;br /&gt;not so sure though........but i still think she's the one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;joint is open.....mon-sun.........7pm-5am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;so i wonder&lt;br /&gt;should i have gone to say hi???&lt;br /&gt;and to ask why she did not go to work&lt;/strong&gt;??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:i'm soooooooooo loving the change in weather in lagos!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-6594349966143419094?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>39</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-8828800419752391772</id><published>2009-01-15T16:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-15T16:15:34.849-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Will i ever tire???????</title><content type='html'>So.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Silly ass conductor beats a passenger for giving him 20 naira for a 30 naira bus ride even though the guy was going halfway-no be 15 naira he suppose pay???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my 20 naira fell on drivers outfit...i kept asking for it...he kept ignoring me even though i had paid 30 naira to his conductor..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He then proceeded to do a race with a tanker-since i had no idea if the tanker was empty,full with gas or fuel or diesel....i corrected him(this time he heard)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then told me to mind my business...he's been in the business since forever..........so i told him not to tell me rubbish....just cos i'm in his bus dont mean i cant drive a vehicle...and i know you dont race on a narrow road close to a t-junction at night especially if your neighbour is a tanker.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one need know the last time i handled an automobile was in 2004-dad promised me a car-i learnt-earned my learners permit-no car.....swore not to bother till i can buy it meself.....that day is sooner than later.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I caught a yoruba movie recently&lt;br /&gt;babe and guy na childhood sweethearts&lt;br /&gt;dem marry&lt;br /&gt;years down the line &lt;br /&gt;the babe tells her hubby that he knows she's never really liked sex&lt;br /&gt;and she's tired of her nightly duty&lt;br /&gt;so she marries him a second wive&lt;br /&gt;well he eventually gets a third.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love sex&lt;br /&gt;ever since i discovered it&lt;br /&gt;2006 till date has been my dryest years&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i was never anyone's live-in-lover&lt;br /&gt;i did get it on a regular&lt;br /&gt;i was either in a relationship or getting it with a *friend*&lt;br /&gt;(some friends come with benefits)........*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i wonder&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;will i ever be that woman?????&lt;br /&gt;will i ever sometimes not want it????&lt;br /&gt;will i ever be too tired for it???&lt;br /&gt;will i ever give my rights to someone else??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i doubt.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm quite sure i'll still be riding&lt;br /&gt;so long as there's a breath in my body........*wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-8828800419752391772?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>50</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-3076442900509035806</id><published>2009-01-08T01:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-01-08T01:36:06.595-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Stolen from Caramel............</title><content type='html'>Where is your cell phone? Beside me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;where is your significant other? In my dreams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hair color? dark brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mother? Brazilian oops Osun State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your father? Greek oops Ogun State&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite thing?(things)...Money,sex,food,tv&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream last night? Hooking up with big willie&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your dream/goal? Obedient daughter to my heavenly father,fabulous career woman,loving wife &amp; mother...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your hobby? Sleeping,Blogging and looking good-which comes by default.....i was created hawt.....*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your fear? none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where do you want to be in 6 years? Fulfilled&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where were you last night? At home&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what you're not? A cheat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of your wish list items? That my love handles disappear........ &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Where you grew up? Lagos.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The last thing you did? now?.....proof read this&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your pet? used to own a fab cat..... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your computer? mi old reliable tosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your mood? Horny&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Missing someone? Nah..........but i miss something........*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your summer? no be everyday be summer in las gidi????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Love someone? God,Family and friends.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite colour? Black and white!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When is the last time you laughed? a few minutes ago.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last time you cried? He moved out again.....mum was sooo sad....she got me tearing up.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you genuine or fake? I'm as real as can be.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Any vices? i procrastinate....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Pro life or wire hanger? Pro life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;McCain or Obama......Obama &amp; Fashola&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so my aunt once said&lt;br /&gt;i walk too fast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that people cant catch up with me when i walk by&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why i don't have a man she said&lt;br /&gt;guys probably have a hard time catching up with the fyne gal that just walked past&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a colleague said so a few days ago&lt;br /&gt;he saw me go past&lt;br /&gt;he was gonna call out to me&lt;br /&gt;but he had water in his mouth&lt;br /&gt;by the time he swallowed i don zap&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*sigh* i guess i need to slow down my pace&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-3076442900509035806?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3076442900509035806/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=3076442900509035806' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3076442900509035806'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3076442900509035806'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2009/01/stolen-from-caramel.html' title='Stolen from Caramel............'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>35</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-2392571024685795166</id><published>2008-12-31T17:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T17:26:40.207-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Sexy New Year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Usually i'm in braids..plaits...locks&lt;br /&gt;i like it&lt;br /&gt;i look good in 'em&lt;br /&gt;and it doesnt interfere with my &lt;strong&gt;favourite past time&lt;/strong&gt;...*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;when i'm running late (most mornings)&lt;br /&gt;i rake it in place with my hands&lt;br /&gt;when i've been thoroughly &lt;strong&gt;ravished&lt;/strong&gt;....*wink*&lt;br /&gt;i rake it back in place with my hands&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a weave is harder to manage&lt;br /&gt;you need to oil it.....&lt;br /&gt;hair accessories,nets,brushes,combs,sometimes gels&lt;br /&gt;i just cant be bothered to have to spend 5-10 mins &lt;br /&gt;on my hair on a daily&lt;br /&gt;and that &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; mornings only&lt;br /&gt;Lord knows how many more times i have to check my coif &lt;br /&gt;during the course of the day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i got meself a long wavy weave two weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;everyone seemed to like it&lt;br /&gt;i did too&lt;br /&gt;t'was.........&lt;strong&gt;sexy&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remembered my childhood dream&lt;br /&gt;hair as long and silky as Hema Malin's&lt;br /&gt;or was it Rekha?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have now decided......i'll do a weave more&lt;br /&gt;maybe not always long&lt;br /&gt;maybe not always wavy&lt;br /&gt;but once in a while i'll do away with the norm of &lt;br /&gt;braids....locks....twists...plaits....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so sleek,amingos,paloma,expressions....&lt;br /&gt;whoever and whatever ur names are...&lt;br /&gt;i do solemnly promise to use you more in 2009&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ex (Mel) called last week&lt;br /&gt;this week he sent me an sms at 12:04 am on his birthday&lt;br /&gt;i already decided i was gonna act like i forgot&lt;br /&gt;but he called........so i just let slip a &lt;strong&gt;happy birthday&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing i know if i remember correctly&lt;br /&gt;there will be an&lt;strong&gt; invite &lt;/strong&gt;to hang out........&lt;br /&gt;una whey sabi am&lt;br /&gt;helep me tell him&lt;br /&gt;he will &lt;strong&gt;ONLY&lt;/strong&gt; get a &lt;strong&gt;whiff&lt;/strong&gt;........after marriage......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF we get married&lt;/strong&gt;.....else.....&lt;br /&gt;he cant just leave me.......then &lt;strong&gt;2yrs later&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know........once debe.....ever debe&lt;br /&gt;but in this case&lt;br /&gt;for him to debe;he must &lt;strong&gt;OWN &lt;/strong&gt;it......&lt;br /&gt;afterall i gave him &lt;strong&gt;3 years&lt;/strong&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again&lt;br /&gt;maybe he is just being friendly.......&lt;br /&gt;i sit back and watch......&lt;br /&gt;soon....wind go blow.......&lt;strong&gt;we go see fowl yansh&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I remember 31st Dec 2000&lt;br /&gt;dude i was dating then&lt;br /&gt;said to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i want your eyes to be the first thing &lt;br /&gt;i see in the new year......&lt;br /&gt;please spend the new year with me&lt;/strong&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its corny i know&lt;br /&gt;we were not in love but it was sweet.........&lt;br /&gt;we had only being dating about a week...&lt;br /&gt;yea.........i did spend it with him....we went to church&lt;br /&gt;church abi???....ask me o......we were hanging out as a group &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and one of us na deacon pickin.......&lt;br /&gt;he did look into my eye at the dot of midnight and we kissed&lt;br /&gt;how did we manage it in church???&lt;br /&gt;i no know but i remember someone hissing......lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after church we went clubbing&lt;br /&gt;please remind us no be church we from come?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways on the eve of 2009 ....there was no one who &lt;br /&gt;wanted to look into my eyes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2008 was a great year.......&lt;br /&gt;again and again i was assured of God's love........&lt;br /&gt;my family.......i love to bits....and vice versa&lt;br /&gt;my job i love...and hopefully vice versa..*&lt;strong&gt;a raise&lt;/strong&gt;*.....&lt;br /&gt;friends i care deeply about....hopefully vice versa&lt;br /&gt;being broke didnt happen this year...yippie....&lt;br /&gt;enuff money in the bank...an suv...a man that bones me silly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oops the money in the bank,suv and man na typo&lt;br /&gt;those are wishes for 2009.........*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish u all a fabulous 2009!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Happy New Year Blogville!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-2392571024685795166?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2392571024685795166/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=2392571024685795166' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/2392571024685795166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/2392571024685795166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/12/happy-sexy-new-year.html' title='Happy Sexy New Year!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-3061696345135629423</id><published>2008-12-26T14:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-26T14:56:15.300-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Freak.......</title><content type='html'>Movies&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Movie: Irapada(yea......t'was shown at galleria)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Best: Jenifa 1/Letters to a stranger&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best Movie: American gangster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Food&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Meal/Snack: cant think of any...if i dont have good reviews about it......it &lt;br /&gt;                  wont come near my mouth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Best: Chicken republic is da best fast food joint i know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best: Amala...Ewedu...Fresh fish....no one does it like i do....erm maybe &lt;br /&gt;      momma....*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Drink&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Drink: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Best: Hollandia yoghurt......it settles my tummy....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best: Baileys on the rocks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Song...just watch an hour of tv...someone is bound to spoil your lunch......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Best: Street Credibility ...9ice &amp; 2face....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best:.........Dont break my heart.......Banky W&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Moment&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Moment: none&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Best:  getting the call-you got the job&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best:         getting a grammy after a certain someone made me sing my heart out &lt;br /&gt;              after an eight month drought...*wink*.....t'was so good i lost &lt;br /&gt;              phone on the way home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fashion&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst accessory/kit:  one crazy bag my aunt sold to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Best:  cute shoes i got at a bargain price&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best:   my pink la senza lingerie..it counts...*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Toy:    None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Best:  None&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best: I dont do toys....*wink*..but life would be hard without my fones &amp; lappy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Most Difficult Person:  Pa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Second Best:   Mi brothers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best:   Mama...i'm grateful you were my vessel to earth.....if i had to pick...i'd &lt;br /&gt;        pick you again and again....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Favourite Blog Post&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By another blogger...hard to pick....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;By moi:..............same as above..every post is a reflection of my &lt;br /&gt;                     mood.........shy,sad,reflective,funny,angry,horny,&lt;br /&gt;                     happy,rich,broke....little bits and pieces of me......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Skill&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Worst Skill:  evaluation and report writing skills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;second Best:  being diplomatic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Best:         Multi-tasking...working effectively &amp; blogging&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Xmas was quiet but i went and added 2 inches to my love handles.....i do hope i can do my sit ups for real......in the last 6months...i've been doing them in my head...*wink*...........Merry Xmas peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-3061696345135629423?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3061696345135629423/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=3061696345135629423' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3061696345135629423'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3061696345135629423'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-freak.html' title='For Freak.......'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-4299918936284543475</id><published>2008-12-22T03:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T06:11:31.432-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Oyin(Kinshar)</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_hS5hp3cCE/SU-fkm1sXZI/AAAAAAAAABs/Tyk2kKZ_uKM/s1600-h/honest_award-black.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 200px; height: 194px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_hS5hp3cCE/SU-fkm1sXZI/AAAAAAAAABs/Tyk2kKZ_uKM/s320/honest_award-black.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282616339178741138" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyin why you wanna be all up in my biz???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;here goes......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1) I love God.....i may not be that hijab wearing sister but acknowledging His  &lt;br /&gt;   goodness/mercies/blessings upon moi and mine and trying to be a better muslim is &lt;br /&gt;   important to me.....very important&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2) I love my mama &amp; brothers to death(my dad.......i love him.....just not to death)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3) If i dont act soft around/with you........live with it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4) If i act soft around/with you-chances are i &lt;strong&gt;may&lt;/strong&gt; let you fuck me &lt;br /&gt;   silly.......*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5) I used to suck my tongue&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6) I'm lazy &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7) I &lt;strong&gt;did not &lt;/strong&gt;like watching porn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8) I &lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;hate&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; being broke&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9) I think my doctor &lt;strong&gt;likes me&lt;/strong&gt;.....*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10) I miss that shimmery afterglow i get after earth shattering &lt;br /&gt;    &lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;sex&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i hereby pass this on to........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1)  Smaragd&lt;br /&gt;2)  Freaksho&lt;br /&gt;3)  Afrobabe&lt;br /&gt;4)  Aloofa&lt;br /&gt;5)  LG&lt;br /&gt;6)  Baroque&lt;br /&gt;7)  Padosh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all ye other darlings of mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oyin said 7 people......if i wan write everyone name.....page go finish&lt;br /&gt;...abi make i tag all of una??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;erm............i forgot......so&lt;br /&gt;There are some simple rules to accept this award:&lt;br /&gt;1. List 10 honest things about yourself, hopefully &lt;br /&gt;   interesting.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Pass the award on to 7 bloggers&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-4299918936284543475?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4299918936284543475/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=4299918936284543475' title='16 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/4299918936284543475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/4299918936284543475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/12/for-oyinkinshar.html' title='For Oyin(Kinshar)'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_w_hS5hp3cCE/SU-fkm1sXZI/AAAAAAAAABs/Tyk2kKZ_uKM/s72-c/honest_award-black.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>16</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-6495040465081577171</id><published>2008-12-10T23:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-10T23:48:32.684-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Did you hear me cum????????</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;INYANYA WON&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nii came second&lt;br /&gt;Praise third &lt;br /&gt;Annette 4th&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm elated&lt;/strong&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....alas......they say i'm too &lt;strong&gt;old&lt;/strong&gt; for him(Inyanya)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i should give girls his age a chance&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i lick my wounds in private.......&lt;br /&gt;and hope &lt;strong&gt;Banky W&lt;/strong&gt; will have me back.......&lt;br /&gt;i promise to be a &lt;strong&gt;faithful groupie&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin is getting introduced in two weeks&lt;br /&gt;had girl talk over the sallah holidays&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;when did you know it was him&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's known him 5 years&lt;br /&gt;.......then she thought&lt;br /&gt;u want a whiff of&lt;strong&gt; this&lt;/strong&gt;...in another life&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he confessed back then &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; he wanted was a little &lt;strong&gt;sumthing sumthing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she never gave in.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;different relationships and years down the line&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;they are talking one day&lt;br /&gt;and he goes....marry me.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she goes thro every reason why she should say no&lt;br /&gt;cant find any..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she's happy...........i'm happy for her&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Saw my ex over sallah........Mel.......&lt;br /&gt;...turns out my Gramps and his Gramps &lt;br /&gt;built their Lagos Villas opposite each other&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder how many times his gramps and mine &lt;br /&gt;exchanged neighbourly banters......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...............both dead now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his mum has moved into her dad's place&lt;br /&gt;she has a cordial relationship with my grandma&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everytyme i visit Gran and she pops in.......&lt;br /&gt;i have this evil grin on my face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wondering if she'll ever find out &lt;br /&gt;how many ways her son fucked me brains out&lt;br /&gt;in the three years i dated him......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its a wonder i still have a medula.....*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways he was there to see his mum&lt;br /&gt;i was there to see gran&lt;br /&gt;we saw.....we said hi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hung out for an hour later in a group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;talked....laughed together as a group&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for a &lt;strong&gt;split second&lt;/strong&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i wanted him to grovel&lt;br /&gt;i saw myself straddling him&lt;br /&gt;i saw his mum and my gran.....neigbours....in-laws.....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his fone rang...he did not pick it.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was her(i'm sure)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm secretly hoping she's the face on facebook&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i can gloat.......she's got nothing on me(she no fyne reach me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;moreover if he could not say............i'm with friends&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then he's gat withdrawal symptoms......*&lt;strong&gt;evil grin&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent my song in to Geisha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;if una no like when una hear am &lt;br /&gt;make una no abuse me o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just hope it wasnt the other stuff i sent in&lt;br /&gt;*&lt;strong&gt;blush to my roots&lt;/strong&gt;*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;the sound of me cummmmmmminggggggggg&lt;/strong&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how come i have it recorded?????&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea............*wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-6495040465081577171?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-1123862410534505558</id><published>2008-12-01T20:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-01T21:01:41.482-08:00</updated><title type='text'>IT...............................</title><content type='html'>Thanks peeps for your response to 4 fingers&lt;br /&gt;she now knows....even a &lt;strong&gt;whole fist &lt;/strong&gt;is possible.....*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So Bisola (Project fame)is out....felt sad she had to go&lt;br /&gt;neways she go quick go hook up with Kodjo.....*lol*.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;make una vote for &lt;br /&gt;My heart....&lt;strong&gt;Iyanya&lt;/strong&gt;...i wonder if going all groupie over him &lt;br /&gt;is because he is Calabar(i think).....*cough*......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise.....dont care&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette.....she has a great vocal range in spite of them jugs....or cos of them...*wink*............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nii........my Charlie.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Made it to the doc on fri...skipped work&lt;br /&gt;got some drug for my back......muscle pain he said&lt;br /&gt;got a home massage......my aunt the nurse did the honours&lt;br /&gt;........t'was good and cheap(free)....*wink*&lt;br /&gt;blood work showed a little malaria,a little thyphoid&lt;br /&gt;got drugs for them too&lt;br /&gt;and spent the weekend swallowing pills&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm much berra now........health wise &lt;br /&gt;but i would really love to get a &lt;strong&gt;fix&lt;/strong&gt;......*wink*.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the absence of a fix.......&lt;br /&gt;let me tell u a story.......&lt;br /&gt;story......story........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;First job straight out of camp(NYSC)&lt;br /&gt;a bank........job was ok..hours were good&lt;br /&gt;peeps i had to work with were mostly assholes&lt;br /&gt;i didnt give a hoot...needed some sort of experience on my cv&lt;br /&gt;was in a branch close to my abode&lt;br /&gt;but i would go to the head office twice a week to help out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....if you've ever heard me on the phone(guys)&lt;br /&gt;you really wanna see the face that accompanies the voice...........&lt;br /&gt;i know it...they know it......*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i'm no Bella Naija(girl is HAWT)&lt;br /&gt;but i can hold my own.............*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the course of discharging our duties&lt;br /&gt;we would need to call the IT department at the Head Office&lt;br /&gt;sometimes several times a day&lt;br /&gt;i developed a good rapport with two guys that were assigned to us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after a while,one of them O was already talking &lt;br /&gt;about browsing my website(his exact words)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i only waved it away......i was amused but not interested&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three months at the job....i became a guru.....&lt;br /&gt;any problem i couldnt solve was a network problem&lt;br /&gt;hence IT guys..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;twice a week......tues &amp; thursday....i was expected to head out &lt;br /&gt;to Head Office to help with paper work............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was at H.O this fateful thursday&lt;br /&gt;minding my work whilst gisting and someone made me laugh.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i heard someone call out my name&lt;br /&gt;i came out of the cubicle&lt;br /&gt;his voice sounded familiar.......&lt;br /&gt;i scanned thru the faces in my brain files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;no match&lt;/strong&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he goes...hi Ibi..&lt;br /&gt;then it clicks.....ohhhh....the other IT guy....&lt;br /&gt;(he's cute)&lt;br /&gt;nice to finally meet you.....&lt;br /&gt;(i was mentally wondering how much oil my wayward nose must have secreted)&lt;br /&gt;i've got pimples............&lt;br /&gt;oil on my face comes with the territory&lt;br /&gt;oily facial skin...pimples or acne.....lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my supervisor coughs.....enuff with the greeting...get back to work&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;an hour later the intercomm buzzes&lt;br /&gt;i'm allowed to pick her calls........i pick it&lt;br /&gt;its D.........come upstairs....now??&lt;br /&gt;yes....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drop the receiver..........who was it?.....&lt;br /&gt;..........my call i say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ten minutes later....i need a break i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;be back in twenty she says......to the loo&lt;br /&gt;hair in place.......check&lt;br /&gt;glasses out....contacts in......check&lt;br /&gt;oily nose.......powdered&lt;br /&gt;lip gloss......popping...&lt;br /&gt;a dab of CK-In2u..........&lt;br /&gt;i pee...i clean up...i wash...&lt;br /&gt;i dry...i moisturise..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i head out to the IT dept&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's there with Mr *browse your website*&lt;br /&gt;i sit..Mr website...leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we chat......i'm fascinated...&lt;br /&gt;he shows me some of the stuff he does&lt;br /&gt;i'm awed............yea....&lt;br /&gt;......i love to be around intelligent people........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;neways....my 20mins is up&lt;br /&gt;i go back down&lt;br /&gt;....now we've met&lt;br /&gt;we find several reasons to call&lt;br /&gt;on a daily..............*wink*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 months later he asks if i'll hang out for an icecream after work..........&lt;br /&gt;why not......yippieee.....(i'm a sweettooth junkie)&lt;br /&gt;fabulous.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he picks me a while later&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hang out till its too late/dangerous to head back to mine.....&lt;br /&gt;i no complain o.........&lt;br /&gt;he was witty and easy to talk to&lt;br /&gt;the hours flew.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he suggests his place.....ok i say.....&lt;br /&gt;no electricity........gen was in a bad mood.....&lt;br /&gt;..........fashy it we did&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......he gives me a shirt.......we take &lt;br /&gt;separate showers&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on his bed...we lie facing each other......&lt;br /&gt;gisting..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....my phone rings.........its 1130pm...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;which kain winchy be dis&lt;/strong&gt;??????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-1123862410534505558?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1123862410534505558/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=1123862410534505558' title='30 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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honestly had &lt;strong&gt;goose pimples &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;before they called &lt;strong&gt;Iyanya&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;until a few weeks ago&lt;br /&gt;Banky W was my favourite Nigerian artiste&lt;br /&gt;he could do no wrong...........&lt;br /&gt;i looked forward to him &lt;strong&gt;serenading moi&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;THE VOICE AND THAT FACE&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i dare say&lt;br /&gt;Banky......i'll continue to be a follower &lt;br /&gt;on your blog but &lt;strong&gt;Iyanya&lt;/strong&gt; has my heart now&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the guy gives me &lt;strong&gt;goose pimples&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and yes it was &lt;strong&gt;I&lt;/strong&gt; on stage with him &lt;br /&gt;on saturday&lt;br /&gt;the little drama when he serenaded moi with.......&lt;br /&gt;.&lt;strong&gt;'love,truly'&lt;/strong&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;OMG...............now every one knows what i look like&lt;br /&gt;(fat chance)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no be me&lt;br /&gt;but it could have been me&lt;br /&gt;that song &lt;strong&gt;WAS FOR ME&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On Sunday&lt;br /&gt;Nii was marvelous&lt;br /&gt;his costume......fabulous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bisola was fabulous as always&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette...kai she CAN sing....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I dont care for Praise.....though i grudginly agree &lt;br /&gt;that he &lt;strong&gt;CAN &lt;/strong&gt;do things with his voice&lt;br /&gt;'but i wont be sad to see him/Annette go on sat&lt;br /&gt;kai i wonder how much credit i will burn this week&lt;br /&gt;to keep my peeps in......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Achy shoulder...berra&lt;br /&gt;Massage...next weekend &lt;strong&gt;definitely&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Did i see the Doc...no&lt;br /&gt;I'm chilling out for my annual check up thingy &lt;br /&gt;after the massage if i still dont feel berra cos &lt;br /&gt;i did get all the rest i needed over the weekend &lt;br /&gt;and i dont feel ill so i want my consultation &lt;strong&gt;fee&lt;/strong&gt; to count.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So someone i know says you cant have &lt;strong&gt;four fingers in you&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;me thinks....&lt;strong&gt;why not&lt;/strong&gt;???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she says even after two kids...&lt;br /&gt;its just not possible....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i ask&lt;br /&gt;since i'm usually not checking how many fingers go into moi....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GUYS!!!!!!!!!(and/or ladies).......&lt;br /&gt;CAN an undilated(about to have a baby)...........&lt;br /&gt;sexually aroused........&lt;br /&gt;never had a kid before.......&lt;br /&gt;never been pregnant.......&lt;br /&gt;lady have 4 fingers in her???????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink*..........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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Fingers!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>34</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-6192901306468454244</id><published>2008-11-19T06:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T06:57:42.909-08:00</updated><title type='text'>For Gramps!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Weekend was busy&lt;br /&gt;a wedding on saturday&lt;br /&gt;and a trip to Abeokuta on Sunday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for Gramps &lt;strong&gt;memorial&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Its been a year.................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My cousin threatened to leave me in lagos &lt;br /&gt;if i dont make it to hers at 7am&lt;br /&gt;made it 720am&lt;br /&gt;she wasted &lt;strong&gt;MY&lt;/strong&gt; time till 820&lt;br /&gt;we head out in their bus &lt;br /&gt;4 adults &lt;br /&gt;2 teenagers &lt;br /&gt;1 maid(sorry)i dont mean this the way it came out&lt;br /&gt;3 kids&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;about 9 am we stop to buy fuel.......just bcos&lt;br /&gt;...........bus refuses to start&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are at it for 10 minutes.....e no gree&lt;br /&gt;then we get a mechanic(sun Morn)..........lucky us&lt;br /&gt;he is at it for 10 minutes&lt;br /&gt;says we need a *rewire*&lt;br /&gt;rewire surfaces.........he is at it for an hour&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;because we were in contact with the others&lt;br /&gt;an Uncle close to where we dey&lt;br /&gt;comes to meet us about 11am&lt;br /&gt;with his minivan&lt;br /&gt;we tow the bus to his abode&lt;br /&gt;pile into the minivan&lt;br /&gt;then head out to our &lt;strong&gt;country villa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get there about 1pm ........&lt;br /&gt;we do all the hellos&lt;br /&gt;I particularly avoid an Aunt&lt;br /&gt;who will only say hello after you let her&lt;br /&gt;touch ur booby&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no marra who u are&lt;br /&gt;na so she go greet u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if to say i no know say she's &lt;strong&gt;very&lt;/strong&gt; straight&lt;br /&gt;i for fear...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we clean up&lt;br /&gt;settle down&lt;br /&gt;pray for Gramps soul&lt;br /&gt;take pictures........dance and feast!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;........goody!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at about 4 pm&lt;br /&gt;we clean up&lt;br /&gt;and pile back into our vehicles&lt;br /&gt;and head back to Lagos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not one of us resides in Abeokuta.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Gramps..................&lt;br /&gt;i love you and miss you dearly&lt;br /&gt;just to let you know&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we are all&lt;/strong&gt;........... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your 2 wives(shoulda being 3 but we lost his 3rd wife)&lt;br /&gt;12 children&lt;br /&gt;37 grand children and counting(i'm number 3-first female).....lol&lt;br /&gt;3  great grandchildren and counting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........&lt;strong&gt;saying Alihamdulallahi cos we are sure Paradise &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;is were you reside!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been getting this back aches&lt;br /&gt;my &lt;strong&gt;shoulder&lt;/strong&gt; aches...it has become constant&lt;br /&gt;i want a massage so bad(&lt;strong&gt;a greek massuer please&lt;/strong&gt;)&lt;br /&gt;cant find the time and i kinda need a referral&lt;br /&gt;can anyone recommend a good gym/spa i can get one&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;or i just may see my doctor&lt;br /&gt;cos i just remembered body pain for me &lt;br /&gt;sometimes preceeds a malaria bout........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;or maybe just maybe &lt;br /&gt;na this drought dey cause&lt;/strong&gt;...........*wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>29</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-8299968140960886947</id><published>2008-11-10T04:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-10T04:46:59.958-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Pot Pourri</title><content type='html'>Caught World Music Awards on Ait last night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Russian guy...must be gay&lt;br /&gt;Akon...suave&lt;br /&gt;The Dokpesis,Keke,D1,2face....looking good&lt;br /&gt;Estelle....fab&lt;br /&gt;The Mid-eastern act...i liked&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard the phrase........"&lt;strong&gt;thanks for having me&lt;/strong&gt;".......whilst watching a movie&lt;br /&gt;and i smiled.....cos me thinks when u spend *tyme* wit your boo and you are leaving and you say those words.....i guess you are saying thanks cos he/she not just "&lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt;" you over but also probably "&lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt;" you......*wink*.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i've been following Project Fame Academy on Ait....i have my favourites&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a crush on &lt;strong&gt;Iyanya&lt;/strong&gt;(can anyone mail me his number??.......cos everytime he sings.....all i hear is the song by Jennifer Hudson in Dream Girls.."One night only".....i would love to spend one night with him...*wink*........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I love love love &lt;strong&gt;Kodjo&lt;/strong&gt;'s voice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Bisola&lt;/strong&gt; needs to pick the songs that make her sound like the dynamite that she is&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Annette has a lovely vocal range&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nii is fabulous&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onyemechi is great&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Praise is aiight&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dorcas/Caro need to go home.......&lt;br /&gt;sadly Kodjo, Bisola &amp; Iyanya are all on probation this week...&lt;br /&gt;wish i could vote online............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mom asked my Aunt to get her some jewelry-i asked for a bracelet.....when it arrived.....she(Aunt) went above my price range.....and i loathed it on sight...so i asked that it be sent to mum but my (jobless) cousin lost it in transit.........so i will have to pay for something that i hated on sight but which is now missing......ohhhh she(cuz) is gonna pay &lt;strong&gt;somehow&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;strong&gt;someday&lt;/strong&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So some guy in the news....rapes a girl in his car and falls asleep....she drives him to the police station and jail.......na so Baba Loke go dey make my enemies fall into pit whey them dig for me......amen!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Muri Okunola saga...is &lt;strong&gt;Harry&lt;/strong&gt; dead yet???.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*I love you*...last time i said those words to a man &lt;br /&gt;and meant it..............&lt;br /&gt;last night(was talking to my brother)....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok.....before you all ask...last time i said it to a man &lt;br /&gt;that is not family and i meant it......&lt;br /&gt;Sept 2007..............&lt;br /&gt;a man i have never boffed and i probably never will.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i know una go ask.....last time i said it and meant it &lt;br /&gt;to a man i had boffed..was boffing...and i had no plans at that time to stop boffing........................&lt;br /&gt;.............2000........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Catching Quantum of Solace tonight........&lt;br /&gt;Freaksho &amp; Sirius say it didnt do much for them.........&lt;br /&gt;my colleague at work says other wise&lt;br /&gt;so......i'm gonna go see.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-8299968140960886947?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8299968140960886947/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=8299968140960886947' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/8299968140960886947'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/8299968140960886947'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/11/pot-pourri.html' title='Pot Pourri'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-8776076795072082612</id><published>2008-10-31T16:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-31T17:05:28.585-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LADIES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Dont sell yourself short&lt;br /&gt;if you are in love with him&lt;br /&gt;Dont kill yourself trying to keep him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If he's gonna leave you&lt;br /&gt;theres absolutely nothing you can do about it&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-5196451291673924274</id><published>2008-10-25T12:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-25T12:19:05.947-07:00</updated><title type='text'>How Best Do we Express Love????</title><content type='html'>A friend once said the only way to express love is by boffing(sex).......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another said-sex is the &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; thing by nature known to man and animals alike &lt;br /&gt;that gives pleasure.....&lt;strong&gt;the best known to man&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another said for God so loved the world &lt;br /&gt;........&lt;strong&gt;that He gave us sex&lt;/strong&gt;............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it was meant for pro-creation ONLY&lt;br /&gt;how come &lt;strong&gt;ecstasy&lt;/strong&gt; is involved????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we worship,feed,sleep,pray.....&lt;br /&gt;other activities of our daily life.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;some we enjoy immensely&lt;br /&gt;some we don't particularly enjoy&lt;br /&gt;but only SEX initiates ecstasy.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through the ages..........&lt;br /&gt;some have killed for it&lt;br /&gt;others betrayed for it&lt;br /&gt;age,colour,creed,religious,political,social affiliations......... &lt;br /&gt;don't matter.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ladies.....&lt;br /&gt;if the phallus didnt give so much pleasure......&lt;br /&gt;would you touch it????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;damn thing isnt good looking&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;your lover may be drop dead gorgeous&lt;br /&gt;but other than the fact that a good sized phallus &lt;br /&gt;promises an earth shattering tyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we probably wouldn't have them things near us.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm no male&lt;br /&gt;i have no idea if men think vaginas are good looking &lt;br /&gt;but me thinks for guys as well&lt;br /&gt;its all about what it can do&lt;br /&gt;not what it looks like&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos if it was about looks&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we would all die virgins...........*wink*....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-5196451291673924274?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5196451291673924274/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=5196451291673924274' title='35 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/5196451291673924274'/><link rel='self' 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/&gt;one of us is dating his cousin and roomate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we tell him what we've done&lt;br /&gt;he laffs and decides to chill&lt;br /&gt;she'll come fully armed he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as expected......she comes with a whole gang of people.....&lt;br /&gt;angry mob they sounded like&lt;br /&gt;were they armed?with anger....yes...&lt;br /&gt;with violent stuffs????...no.....dem be church people.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;through our bolted door and window &lt;br /&gt;we laff at all her/their ranting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then she says i'm headed to the speaker to report...........&lt;br /&gt;speaker says speak up-i'm right here in Ibi's room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then says you have to return their money &lt;br /&gt;then they will return your stuff&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tell your gang to leave&lt;br /&gt;i'll ask Ibi to open the door&lt;br /&gt;do remember if any sort of violence breaks out here&lt;br /&gt;i shall personally report to the House &amp; the VC&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we opened the door and let her in&lt;br /&gt;she saw her stuff was safe&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she promised to give us the money in class tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;we promised to bring the bag to school &lt;br /&gt;but only to drop it IF our money was returned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;these in the presence of SUG Speaker&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she and her gang leaves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we laff some more&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all was well in our kingdom&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fear to imagine her with broken limbs if...... &lt;br /&gt;she/any of hers had touched a hair of our skin.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while WE had never being members of any *affiliations*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my ex knew to *BEG* me when we broke up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh.....he had to be sure i had no hard feelings&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he and his babe were due to be.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i needed to do was cry wolf to my......&lt;div 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2'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-3338343135749425952</id><published>2008-10-17T10:13:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-17T10:26:52.682-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Police or Thief??????</title><content type='html'>So i'm in a bus riding home&lt;br /&gt;silly ass &lt;strong&gt;tax collectors &lt;/strong&gt;stop us twice already in 3 mins&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when we thought&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;we were free&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we see them again&lt;br /&gt;conductor is &lt;strong&gt;mad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;decides to ignore them&lt;br /&gt;them no gree&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one jump in front&lt;br /&gt;another raise gun&lt;br /&gt;kai i dey window &lt;strong&gt;beside&lt;/strong&gt; the gun welding idiot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was kinda amused........usually i get raving mad&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;just when we were all telling conductor&lt;br /&gt;*answer them make we go*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this car pulls up beside us&lt;br /&gt;and proceeds to come down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na snr officer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whats happening here?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;why start a traffic jam??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;release that bus immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i'm pleased&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;every one in the bus says &lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Oga God bless u ooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no mind them&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ole Ole Ole&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i couldnt help laughing&lt;br /&gt;Olopa don turn ole........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-2576403398347590915</id><published>2008-10-13T08:45:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-13T08:51:42.823-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LOVE IS.......................</title><content type='html'>...a lifestyle&lt;br /&gt;...an attitude&lt;br /&gt;...a decision&lt;br /&gt;...selflesss&lt;br /&gt;...giving&lt;br /&gt;...caring&lt;br /&gt;...kind&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....a smile&lt;br /&gt;.....a kind word&lt;br /&gt;.....a good deed&lt;br /&gt;.....doesnt expect anything back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;most of all&lt;br /&gt;.....loving yourself&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-2576403398347590915?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2576403398347590915/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=2576403398347590915' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/2576403398347590915'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/2576403398347590915'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/10/love-is.html' title='LOVE IS.......................'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-206675892053133301</id><published>2008-10-07T11:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-10-07T11:42:32.268-07:00</updated><title type='text'>HAPPY BIRTHDAY IBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So i turned 30 today&lt;br /&gt;was gonna have a big bash &lt;br /&gt;but i don posstpone am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;year 2013 &lt;br /&gt;i go call all of una........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling loved&lt;br /&gt;my fone rang every 2 mins from midnight&lt;br /&gt;  &lt;br /&gt;to all my friends and family that remembered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thank you.............i love you all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those of u who forgot.......i plan to forgive you all next year &lt;br /&gt;IF you remember&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;to those i consider friends but do not have an inkling of my birthday&lt;br /&gt;next year i shall not forgive you if you forget........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We write our own scripts&lt;br /&gt;live in what we ourselves create&lt;br /&gt;and we are ultimately responsible for&lt;br /&gt;everything&lt;br /&gt;that happens to us............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cant remember where i got this from&lt;br /&gt;but i concur......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-206675892053133301?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/206675892053133301/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=206675892053133301' title='36 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/206675892053133301'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/206675892053133301'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/10/happy-birthday-ibi.html' title='HAPPY BIRTHDAY IBI!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>36</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-407471010656428958</id><published>2008-09-26T05:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-26T06:40:50.131-07:00</updated><title type='text'>My tendencies...............someone asked!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>So i caught a movie&lt;br /&gt;king has a rule&lt;br /&gt;any young man that works in the palace must be castrated&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Queen no gree make them castrate a particular guy&lt;br /&gt;cos she fancied him as a boff mate so she changed the castrator&lt;br /&gt;to a trusted man......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wonder what will happen in part 3 when they catch them..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So my tendencies..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na one babe make them think am ooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we needed to donate money for something in school&lt;br /&gt;na 100 level i dey &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na so we donate to class rep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two weeks later no project no money returned&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na hin i broke oooooo&lt;br /&gt;i ask for my own&lt;br /&gt;na so my people...3 other ladies ask&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she talk say she go give us back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a week later ...no money&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na so for class one day&lt;br /&gt;we 4 go meet am&lt;br /&gt;return the kiishi........abi u don spend am????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i havent...........i just keep forgetting&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok no wahala............dont forget tomorrow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tomorrow she no come class...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na so for evening we 4 plus one attache go her house&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we all wear black pants-battle ready outfit......abi no b so????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as we reach her hostel ask for her&lt;br /&gt;the first person we ask look us-up....down she say no &lt;br /&gt;she no dey this hostel&lt;br /&gt;we just laugh..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na so i tell my peeps make them chill&lt;br /&gt;i see one toaster-na so i tune up my foney voice&lt;br /&gt;how u doing?i need to pick up an assignment from D&lt;br /&gt;do u know where her room is??&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na so guy grin show me the room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go back to call my peeps&lt;br /&gt;room was ajar.......&lt;br /&gt;she no dey room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we searched every where&lt;br /&gt;upturned her bed&lt;br /&gt;looked under the mattress...locker..bags...boxes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;two of us no dey see meat&lt;br /&gt;dem chop the meat whey the girl cook for pot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another one see pad soaked in bucket&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after all our ransacking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;not a dime&lt;/strong&gt;..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we took &lt;br /&gt;her bag &lt;br /&gt;a few books(we be classmates-we know whats important)&lt;br /&gt;and her &lt;strong&gt;iron&lt;/strong&gt;(iron na serious thing to own in school o)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then we dropped a note&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU KNOW WHO WE ARE&lt;br /&gt;YOU ARE A DIRTY LITTLE THIEF&lt;br /&gt;SEE SOAKED PAD IN YOUR ROOM&lt;br /&gt;YOU NO SABI COOK SEF-MEAT NO SWEET&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU WANT YOUR BAG,IRON&amp;BOOKS BACK&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;RETURN OUR MONEY&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we left singing songs and feeling good with ourselves&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kept our hostel and room door locked&lt;br /&gt;we expected her to retaliate..............&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-407471010656428958?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/407471010656428958/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=407471010656428958' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/407471010656428958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/407471010656428958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/so-i-caught-movie-king-has-rule-any.html' title='My tendencies...............someone asked!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-4581886517688779713</id><published>2008-09-19T04:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-19T09:21:11.648-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Honesty na best policy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>From Red sapphire&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Rules:&lt;br /&gt;1. When you receive the prize you must write a post &lt;br /&gt;showing it, together with the name of who has given &lt;br /&gt;it to you, and link them back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2. Choose a minimum of 7 blogs (or even more)&lt;br /&gt; that you find brilliant in their content or design.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3. Show their names and links and leave them a &lt;br /&gt;comment informing that they have received an award&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4. Show a picture of those who awarded you and &lt;br /&gt;those you give the prize (optional).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5. And then pass it on!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......*&lt;strong&gt;blush&lt;/strong&gt;*....&lt;br /&gt;this is late but better late than never they say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as you (Red Sapphire) dash me honesty award...........&lt;br /&gt;no be my fault if u see the kain &lt;strong&gt;bulala&lt;/strong&gt; my &lt;br /&gt;mama beat me when she taught me the honesty lesson &lt;br /&gt;u for understand why i honest like this......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was 7...mama wanted to teach me the &lt;strong&gt;'be honest always' &lt;/strong&gt;lesson........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 1-sweep the room.....i did....there was 1 naira coin under her praying mat&lt;br /&gt;-i picked it up and put it in my pocket......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;spent it on sweets later........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day too.....same scenario......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;day 3..she must have been watching-just as i dropped it in my pocket&lt;br /&gt;she walked in..........what is that she asked?nothing i said...&lt;br /&gt;did u see any money?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no i said...na so she say open your hand and empty your pocket &lt;br /&gt;na dia she see the coin......na so she lock door......ah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;temi ti bami&lt;/strong&gt;(my own don meet me)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no one to save me o...she beat....she beat..........&lt;br /&gt;na so my palle dey shout.....no kill am o......&lt;br /&gt;she answer-na me born am if i kill her i go born another!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;shuo????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai my malle beat me that day ehhhhhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i asked her later if i was &lt;strong&gt;adopted&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the beating&lt;br /&gt;she carry liniment put for my body give me panadol &lt;br /&gt;coca cola and fried fish to &lt;strong&gt;step down&lt;/strong&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;she come ask me 'do u know why i beat u like that?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i dey chop fish i only shake head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NEVER EVER TAKE WHAT IS NOT YOURS AND &lt;br /&gt;DONT U EVER LIE TO ME OR ANYONE FOR THAT MATTER&lt;br /&gt;HONESTY IS THE BEST POLICY!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lesson learned!!!!!!cos walahi to this day i remember the &lt;br /&gt;way my body smarted-its a wonder my skin fresh.....*wink*!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ok back to awards&lt;br /&gt;Red Sapphire.....thanks love&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;who i go dash????-u don already dash ladyguide,enigma,afro,fff,funms,parakeet,baroque,emilia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i hereby dash my awards to twinny......u know now&lt;br /&gt;if not u who else???...her blog is like a summer breeze&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;freaksho....his mind???? a wonderful gift&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;charizardandbuttercup......two for the price of one.....why ever not???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;solomonsdyelle...her kids......i love.....abi she go dash me????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;007......his posts.....lovely writing sytle.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;madeinnaija.....where else but blogsville would we find &lt;br /&gt;someone as precious/eccentric as u????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ubongda.....i miss......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;tejuola.....sweets we need another series!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;theres always miz-cynic,doll,uzezi,teediva,mz dee,shubby doo,unnaked,fluffy,geisha.song,afronuts,ozaveshe,ninestein,laspapi,speechgirlbucknor,freshandfab,nyemoni,princesa,tubman,oluwadee,nigerican,inyamuakut,duchess-duchessofnaija,misstairebabs.thekushchronicles,aphroditesearch,aloofaa,plastik-musings,fragito,anotherwomanslife,womanonthebrink,rhea9914,shacrown,agbero,ashewo,shiraoko,rethots,anannimos,cogitations-on-the-web,zara,eyemuse,obalichi,moaboy,sprezatura,ejura,allied,cat-dragged-in,darlingoma,sprezatura,tininu,mscocoabrown....dem remain i swear cos i peruse about 200 blogs.....lol.....but i'm tired of typing...no vex....love ya all-everyone has a different style but that what makes us who we are.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wetin u say make i do?make i tag dem tell dem say i dash dem award abi????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go try remember..........*wink*......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-4581886517688779713?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4581886517688779713/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=4581886517688779713' title='28 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/4581886517688779713'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/4581886517688779713'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/honesty-na-best-policy.html' title='Honesty na best policy!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>28</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-8766720222687323199</id><published>2008-09-15T04:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-15T05:07:43.816-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You Bit Me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>It was the year 2000-the month of september.............&lt;br /&gt;i was on a camping trip with mi late night loving club to one of the northern states&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got my first ride on a bike-(okada) t'was fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;another opportunity to meet and make new friends-males and females...&lt;br /&gt;as well as new toasters&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i met C&lt;br /&gt;goodlooking &lt;strong&gt;but&lt;/strong&gt; fair skinned&lt;br /&gt;looked,talked,walked,acted like a man with a string of girls(exactly the type of guy who wont get a whiff)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i made a female pal-we fast became close&lt;br /&gt;dude would spend day tyme with moi-promise me heaven and earth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and spend evening tyme with my new female pal..........he must have got a kick from it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;one of them nights we had a competition&lt;br /&gt;u loose......u down half a bottle of small stout&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the game i had a bottle in me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he had downed 2 small bottles&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he looked,acted,talked tipsy........a man who cant handle his alcohol i cant stand.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do remember that on the last night of camp-dude said to mi-&lt;br /&gt;if i leave without shagging you Ibi-i don fuck up&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was enuff reason to let his woody hang&lt;br /&gt;(even hard......&lt;strong&gt;it&lt;/strong&gt; didnt look interesting)&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i told him to go to my new female pal-she may be more receptive.......&lt;br /&gt;he left.....to this day i have no idea if she was a lot kinder than i was..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;three years later&lt;br /&gt;we hook up in lagos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he invites me to motherland&lt;br /&gt;i love Lagbaja but hadnt been............&lt;br /&gt;so i accepted&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fateful friday-we hook up&lt;br /&gt;the ride we were gonna go with-acted up&lt;br /&gt;we grab a cab and head there&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he offers popcorn-no&lt;br /&gt;suya-no &lt;br /&gt;a drink-alcohol-no&lt;br /&gt;juice-no&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont u want anything??&lt;br /&gt;i'm fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i want.........u already gave&lt;br /&gt;watching Lagbaja perform live!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he downs two big bottles &lt;br /&gt;gets louder by the min&lt;br /&gt;i aiint fazed&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there were other acts,comedians&lt;br /&gt;......in all&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had funnnnnnnnnnnn&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we leave at 4am&lt;br /&gt;too early to head to mine&lt;br /&gt;we head to his&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get to his&lt;br /&gt;i'm beat&lt;br /&gt;head to his room&lt;br /&gt;lie down&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my senses are on red alert...&lt;br /&gt;i had on a knee length skirt &lt;strong&gt;with&lt;/strong&gt; a slit&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;true to type&lt;br /&gt;a while later his hands start to wander&lt;br /&gt;i sit up and without mincing words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i aiint no virgin&lt;br /&gt;i do &lt;strong&gt;like&lt;/strong&gt; sex&lt;br /&gt;but i aiint fucking you&lt;br /&gt;not tonight &lt;br /&gt;not ever&lt;br /&gt;if you are not gonna let me get an hours sleep before i head to mine&lt;br /&gt;i can go wait the hour in the living room&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but then again i dey wonder.........&lt;br /&gt;how safe will i be with his druken flatmates&lt;br /&gt;if i head to the living room....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sorry he says......i'll let you be&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fall asleep&lt;br /&gt;a while later i feel his hands on me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i try to get up&lt;br /&gt;dude gets rough&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm trying to free myself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt;.....relax he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt;.....chill he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stop&lt;/strong&gt;.....please he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gets rougher&lt;br /&gt;he says.....&lt;strong&gt;please i need this&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i realise no be &lt;strong&gt;joke&lt;/strong&gt; o&lt;br /&gt;this guy go fuck me o&lt;br /&gt;abi na &lt;strong&gt;rape&lt;/strong&gt; me sef at this rate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OH GOD&lt;br /&gt;WHY DID I WEAR A SKIRT&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'M &lt;strong&gt;STRUGGLING&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm close to &lt;strong&gt;tears&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pls stop....pls stop....pls......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;yeeepaa&lt;/strong&gt;.......his finger in my &lt;strong&gt;punny&lt;/strong&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;i dont want this i say......u are &lt;strong&gt;wet&lt;/strong&gt; he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this realisation gives him ammo&lt;br /&gt;na so dude wan &lt;strong&gt;tear&lt;/strong&gt; pant ooooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ah for this Lagos?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I BIT HIM ON HIS SHOULDER&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i must have tasted &lt;strong&gt;blood&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he screams.......arrrrgggghhhh&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;YOU BIT ME&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na so he release me &lt;br /&gt;i scuttle away......grab mi bag/shoes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;as i dey waka commot i still dey hear&lt;br /&gt;Ibi......u bit me...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i no look back o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wait he says&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;for where&lt;/strong&gt;??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to his gate-locked&lt;br /&gt;i was ready to tear it down&lt;br /&gt;was about to go wake up his flatmate(s)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Baba Loke loves mi o&lt;br /&gt;his neighbour steps out&lt;br /&gt;opens the gate&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Good morning i say&lt;br /&gt;the guy dey look mi one kain&lt;br /&gt;i no send ooo&lt;br /&gt;walk as fast as possible&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;get to the busstop&lt;br /&gt;get a bus to maryland&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na so i begin shake &lt;br /&gt;abi na shiver &lt;br /&gt;abi na convulse(my doctor says na shock)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cry small sef&lt;br /&gt;the guy beside me for bus dey look mi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dey think am&lt;br /&gt;ahhhhhhhhhh na so them dey &lt;strong&gt;rape&lt;/strong&gt; person oooooooo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get to maryland&lt;br /&gt;by now C has called 8 times&lt;br /&gt;i aiint picking&lt;br /&gt;get a cab-to mine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got home&lt;br /&gt;had a bath&lt;br /&gt;breakfast&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lights off&lt;br /&gt;windows drawn&lt;br /&gt;fones on silent&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go to bed(must have been 9 am)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up about 5 pm(no nightmares)&lt;br /&gt;i return all missed calls&lt;br /&gt;except C's............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;call mi closest pal&lt;br /&gt;we talk about it&lt;br /&gt;laff about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i finally pick his 30th call.....&lt;br /&gt;about 9 pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm &lt;strong&gt;calm&lt;/strong&gt;hi i say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm so sorry he says&lt;br /&gt;i didnt mean to be rough&lt;br /&gt;i just wanted you &lt;strong&gt;soooooooooo&lt;/strong&gt; bad&lt;br /&gt;you do things to me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in fact you had me in &lt;strong&gt;knots&lt;/strong&gt; all night&lt;br /&gt;i do apologise&lt;br /&gt;but Ibi..........&lt;br /&gt;you didnt have to bite me&lt;br /&gt;i would have stopped if i realised you really didnt want me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ah u for no stop o&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you were like an animal &lt;br /&gt;beyond reasoning&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt taking chances&lt;br /&gt;you for &lt;strong&gt;do&lt;/strong&gt;.............&lt;br /&gt;then blame it on the alcohol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like u C&lt;br /&gt;i could never date u though&lt;br /&gt;and i sure as hell aiint &lt;strong&gt;fucking&lt;/strong&gt; u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i do forgive u&lt;br /&gt;as for biting you...........&lt;strong&gt;i'm glad i did&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take care of u&lt;br /&gt;thanks for taking me to motherland&lt;br /&gt;i had fun&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i honestly felt no animosity towards him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but if he had entered&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hmmmmmmmmmm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no be only bite i for bite am o&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt suspected to be a female cultist in school for nothing o&lt;br /&gt;i had/have certain tendencies...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-8766720222687323199?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8766720222687323199/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=8766720222687323199' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/8766720222687323199'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/8766720222687323199'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/you-bit-me.html' title='You Bit Me!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-5247197971174105622</id><published>2008-09-12T13:03:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-12T13:24:32.514-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LETS GO THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Go where?&lt;br /&gt;i no know..........lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;We dey fast&lt;br /&gt;no talk about &lt;strong&gt;gbenshing&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;no thinking about it&lt;br /&gt;no &lt;strong&gt;doing&lt;/strong&gt; it&lt;br /&gt;no writing about  it&lt;br /&gt;commenting about it&lt;br /&gt;watching it&lt;br /&gt;reading it&lt;br /&gt;dreaming about it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;kai..........i will survive&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am that hair covering,sock wearing,glove wearing sister&lt;br /&gt;dressed like a woman in purdah..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even as i am the above.....................&lt;br /&gt;it dont change the fact that i &lt;strong&gt;looovvvveeeee&lt;/strong&gt; sex&lt;br /&gt;i love to think it&lt;br /&gt;dream it&lt;br /&gt;fantasise about it&lt;br /&gt;do it&lt;br /&gt;talk about it&lt;br /&gt;think of new ways to enjoy it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am............i am..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i read somewhere a loooonggggggggggg tyme ago&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;in the month of Ramadhan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;married &lt;/strong&gt;couples can play with themselves during the day&lt;br /&gt;(if they wish)..........emphasis on married&lt;br /&gt;so long as there is no &lt;strong&gt;copulation&lt;/strong&gt; and &lt;strong&gt;ejaculation&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;fast &lt;/strong&gt;remains valid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so decided.........this rule i shall follow&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what does it matter if i aiint married???????????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;at night&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;what do u think??????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-5247197971174105622?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5247197971174105622/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=5247197971174105622' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/5247197971174105622'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/5247197971174105622'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/lets-go-there.html' title='LETS GO THERE!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-5440869587321243512</id><published>2008-09-09T12:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-09-09T13:00:12.263-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Fluffy</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Are you clean&lt;/strong&gt;???????&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;How often do you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take a shower - once a day, hardly ever twice!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;brush your teeth - Once a day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;floss - after meals&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wash your toilet - everyday&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wash your tub/shower - once a week&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dust your furniture - weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Windex the windows - monthly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;let your dirty dishes sit in the sink/on the counter for more than 1 day?&lt;br /&gt;more than a day??????????NEVER!!!!!!!!!!!!!!a few hours at most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Use a washer or hand wash your dishes? hand wash only-it makes sense to wash plates once i clear them-i already walked to the kitchen........no?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wear the same jeans over and over? if its black-2months or thereabouts if its blue-2weeks at most&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wear the same bra over and over? same bra two days in a row.....no no.....and they get washed weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wash your car? when i get one-definitley once its dirty-boys whey dey do car wash need to chop!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;clean the interior of the car? soon as i see dirt&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cut your toenails? weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wash your bed linen? forthnightly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;use wet toilet paper (they make those now) instead of dry toilet paper?&lt;br /&gt;water works just fine&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;vacuum? no rugs-tiles only&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wash your fridge? weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;put your laundry away after washing them? immediately&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;take your garbage outdoors? its outside-i empty it weekly&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dump trash out your car? nope. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;leave leaves or seeds lying around on your coffee table? no cofee table&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;collect junk mail unintentionally? all the tyme&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have bills everywhere but in one spot? nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have stains on your carpet? none if i can help it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have dirty handprint marks near your doorknobs or doorways? Nah &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toothpaste gels in your sink? never &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;toothpaste/water splash marks on your mirror above your sink? Nah&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a mop? yea&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;How do you disinfect?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dettol(for the Naija people LOL)- Plenty plenty&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag-Enigma,Freaksho,LG,Afro,Smaragd,007,invisible,miz-cynic,chaari,fantasy queen,shubby doo,dark cat,badder chic,funms,lady koko,jaguda,geisha,sprezatura,doll,fff,aphrodite..(I'M TIRED)&lt;br /&gt;ok i tag &lt;strong&gt;EVERYONE&lt;/strong&gt; tag reads mi blog!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-5440869587321243512?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5440869587321243512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=5440869587321243512' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/5440869587321243512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/5440869587321243512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/from-fluffy.html' title='From Fluffy'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-2765609524453009925</id><published>2008-09-02T11:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-01-03T13:29:04.262-08:00</updated><title type='text'>5 Thrusts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>7years ago.....was in sch...well it was one of them &lt;br /&gt;outings with that club of mine where we like &lt;br /&gt;late night meetings.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;went from our uni to another 2hrs drive away.....&lt;br /&gt;1 female and 3 guys&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3hrs later-this dude is &lt;strong&gt;shatting&lt;/strong&gt; me up.....&lt;br /&gt;i'm loving the attention-one of the dudes i travelled &lt;br /&gt;with from my uni had been trying to date moi for about &lt;br /&gt;6 months so he wasnt enjoying the attention i was getting &lt;br /&gt;or the fact that i was obviously loving it....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude chatting me up-lets call him Jay-stays glued to my side...&lt;br /&gt;all this while guy from my school-(lets call him Sean)&lt;br /&gt;his frown gets darker by the minute.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we've been there 6 hours....meetings done-&lt;br /&gt;it was tyme to joli..........&lt;br /&gt;Jay's crooning in my ears-next thing i know he's &lt;br /&gt;asking me to marry him-dude has known me &lt;strong&gt;6 hrs&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm basking in the attention not believing a word&lt;br /&gt;of all the love he is professing-he(S)is married &lt;br /&gt;with a &lt;strong&gt;pregnant &lt;/strong&gt;wife so i know &lt;br /&gt;he just needs to get laid cos he's not been &lt;br /&gt;getting &lt;strong&gt;any&lt;/strong&gt; at home.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fast forward to midnight i'm tired-dude(Jay) no gree mi dance&lt;br /&gt;so i'm tired from the inactivity i say i wanna sleep&lt;br /&gt;he offers me a bed-we usually have this late nite sturvs&lt;br /&gt;in hotels-so i go in-he decides to lie beside mi-&lt;br /&gt;i'm too tired to bother&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing i know he's touching-i just let him be&lt;br /&gt;he gets bolder i swat his hands off&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he keeps at it&lt;br /&gt;i decide-make i see werrin he wan do&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........the twins are freed&lt;br /&gt;i'm looking into his eyes&lt;br /&gt;no longer feigning sleep&lt;br /&gt;he keeps at it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;bra off&lt;br /&gt;shirt off&lt;br /&gt;jeans off&lt;br /&gt;pants off&lt;br /&gt;i pause.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says pleassssssssseeeeeeee&lt;br /&gt;i ask why he is begging(ish pisses me off like crazy)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says let me in-&lt;br /&gt;just the &lt;strong&gt;head&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i ask how that will help him&lt;br /&gt;he pleads&lt;br /&gt;pls just let mi thrust &lt;strong&gt;5&lt;/strong&gt; times&lt;br /&gt;so i tell him&lt;br /&gt;make it worth ur while cos you are only gonna get 5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he puts on protection&lt;br /&gt;he goes in.........(nice)&lt;br /&gt;first.......second.......fifth.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i slide out&lt;br /&gt;get up&lt;br /&gt;dress up and walk out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;his jaw must have been on the floor............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;back in the hall&lt;br /&gt;i pull up 3 chairs&lt;br /&gt;made miself a makeshift bed and doze.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;news travels....no?&lt;br /&gt;cos Sean found out&lt;br /&gt;not sure if Jay bragged or if Paul a pal of Sean said &lt;br /&gt;sumthing cos he saw me come out of the room with Jay.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;all i know is Sean insulted/abused/teased&lt;br /&gt;me the whole 2 hr drive back to our uni the next day&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt even bat an eyelid&lt;br /&gt;i let him rant&lt;br /&gt;all the while reading a novel..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its my vagina............no?????&lt;br /&gt;i can &lt;strong&gt;dash&lt;/strong&gt; whom i wish&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-2765609524453009925?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2765609524453009925/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=2765609524453009925' title='45 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/2765609524453009925'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/2765609524453009925'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/09/5-thrusts.html' title='5 Thrusts!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>45</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-83871956021381317</id><published>2008-08-28T08:08:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-28T08:18:46.871-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Mel and I.......................</title><content type='html'>I am still single 2 years after Mel......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......he was MY chocolate.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i went into that relationship with every intention to just have fun.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;go clubbing,eat out,shows,concerts-name it-we did it.....sleep cuddled in his arms,gbensh(earth-shattering,mind blowing)....,eat,watch movies on the couch all day...he would catch up with work when i was asleep...i always knew when he would slide out of bed......i would walk into the living room to find him buried in his designs(graphic artist)........he liked to go running sunday mornings....every second with him was bliss......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we are both bats......he only takes his(glasses) off to gbensh and bath....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i take mine off in familiar surroundings.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;of them all(lovers i have had-ask Angelina Jolie &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; 4)...........he is the &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; man i was &lt;strong&gt;ready&lt;/strong&gt; to commit to...i would have literarily climbed the highest mountain for him.......&lt;br /&gt;yea i know he should have done the climbing........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he would call just to hear me voice he would say.....i had access to his home,friends,sister but not his folks(wasnt looking forwad to access then either).....by the tyme i fell....i fell HARD!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;told him i wanted &lt;strong&gt;more&lt;/strong&gt; cos i don fall..he said&lt;br /&gt;**&lt;strong&gt;i think i am in love with you too&lt;/strong&gt;**......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i broke that rule...ladies never say it first they say...&lt;br /&gt;i was past caring......we then pussyfoot around the subject for 8 months &lt;br /&gt;then he comes over to mine-says we need to talk.....we retire for the &lt;br /&gt;night at 10 and talk till 5am.....we didnt even &lt;strong&gt;shag&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;we had to get up to go to work....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling...after this(&lt;strong&gt;THE TALK&lt;/strong&gt;) we would be headed for the altar in a yr........only for dude to &lt;strong&gt;disappear&lt;/strong&gt; from my life........&lt;br /&gt;we hook up 3months later......he needed to &lt;strong&gt;clear&lt;/strong&gt; his head he says.......(i for don know say na lie abi)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we hang out at a jazz concert then head on to his-i'm looking forward to heart stopping boffing..........i'm riding him and i see a card on his wall......a val card......didnt send him one-all i got was a text from him wishing me a great day(it was during his 3 month head clearing session).....and i start to cry-snivelling...tears streaming down......he turns me over to ride me.....he notices the tears just as bright ligths go off in my head......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he cradles me but doesnt ask the reason for my tears....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........i dont say either......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he calls me two days later and i ask him to loose my number.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we got together last yr when his younger sister got married......i kept my distance whilst still secretly &lt;strong&gt;yearning&lt;/strong&gt; cos i can draw it(&lt;strong&gt;the offending val &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;card&lt;/strong&gt;) from memory!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;after the wedding-he came to mine a week later-we talked-said he thought i cried cos he was hurting me-and i asked if he got &lt;strong&gt;bigger&lt;/strong&gt; in the 3 months hhe took to clear his head-so i told him about the card.....he said it meant nothing...i'm sure it did i said...just that the &lt;strong&gt;name&lt;/strong&gt; in that card stared at me amongst the &lt;strong&gt;names &lt;/strong&gt;in the wedding train.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......u dont have to lie to me i said....i can take it-&lt;strong&gt;the truth&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;all u had/have to say is i &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; love you.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....he called me a few months back when i changed jobs to say congrats........crazy thing is i still kinda &lt;strong&gt;long&lt;/strong&gt; for him but i've resigned myself to the fact that i cant have him.....but if he calls me up today....tomorrow....next month&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....i &lt;strong&gt;might&lt;/strong&gt; go back to them arms......t'was such a &lt;strong&gt;perfect &lt;/strong&gt;fit.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-83871956021381317?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/83871956021381317/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=83871956021381317' title='38 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/83871956021381317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/83871956021381317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/mel-and-i.html' title='Mel and I.......................'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>38</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-3303604279403721469</id><published>2008-08-22T13:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-22T14:02:01.232-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KNEADING 2......................</title><content type='html'>freshened up.....got to the meet looked for my ex....&lt;br /&gt;found him...found a spot beside him.....&lt;br /&gt;we exchange pleasantries.......&lt;br /&gt;said i was looking good and doing things &lt;br /&gt;to him with me voice........i just smiled.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;everyone gets down to biz.......its &lt;strong&gt;1am&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;ex whispers how long am i gonna be...i say another hour&lt;br /&gt;.........asked which room i was in.....first floor...&lt;br /&gt;second door on the left...meet u there at 2am he said...&lt;br /&gt;meeting would still be in progress.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i set my mental alarm.....most of the stuff i &lt;br /&gt;would need to give a full report on-would have been thrashed&lt;br /&gt;........2am.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i get up...head towards the loo.....didnt want &lt;br /&gt;smallie following me....head for the stairs.......&lt;br /&gt;in my room...minutes later a knock.....my ex......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he comes in..........turns the locks.....no words &lt;br /&gt;are needed..i had boffed this man for 3yrs.....&lt;br /&gt;he gave me my &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; orgasm......&lt;br /&gt;and there were &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; before him.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...making out was as good as i remembered......&lt;br /&gt;he is the originator of my fascination with fingers in me&lt;br /&gt;......he could make me cum with his fingers(G-spot finder)........&lt;br /&gt;now if it was him that had his fingers in me hours &lt;strong&gt;earlier&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;br /&gt;i for no fit &lt;strong&gt;write&lt;/strong&gt; them minutes again oooooooo.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so we grope,lick,suck,touch,flicker,kiss......&lt;br /&gt;i got the orgasms i needed....good man that he is...&lt;br /&gt;my pleasure comes first.......he makes to have coitus&lt;br /&gt;.......no i say......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........*&amp;^%$£%$^&amp;.......i'll make you come i say...&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;strong&gt;cant&lt;/strong&gt; without coitus he says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;try me &lt;/strong&gt;i said with a glint in my eye..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........i'm cleaning up a while later......&lt;br /&gt;i'd rather that,than &lt;strong&gt;swallow&lt;/strong&gt; his cum......&lt;br /&gt;he had this silly grin on his face......&lt;br /&gt;you &lt;strong&gt;are&lt;/strong&gt; the &lt;strong&gt;first&lt;/strong&gt; girl that has ever succeeded.......i have &lt;strong&gt;hidden talents &lt;/strong&gt;i say.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;minutes later i usher him out......went back downstairs......&lt;br /&gt;council meeting ended about 4am......back to my room....&lt;br /&gt;was about to turn out the lights......i was gonna have to get up by 7am&lt;br /&gt;....a knock.......my &lt;strong&gt;kneader&lt;/strong&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;go to bed &lt;/strong&gt;i say......&lt;br /&gt;but we had an &lt;strong&gt;agreement&lt;/strong&gt; he says.....&lt;br /&gt;i open the door a crack and say.....&lt;strong&gt;boy&lt;/strong&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;go to bed...&lt;strong&gt;what did u think i was gonna let you do&lt;/strong&gt;??????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dont worry-in a yr or two u will find a girl your&lt;br /&gt;age ready to let go of &lt;strong&gt;her&lt;/strong&gt; virginity........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;someone down the hall laughs........i lock my door......&lt;br /&gt;turn out the lights and send &lt;strong&gt;Mel&lt;/strong&gt; a text.....&lt;br /&gt;will be at urs about 5pm-see ya....je te manque......bientot!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;incase you are wondering......when this happened &lt;br /&gt;ex was engaged-we broke up the year before(03)...&lt;br /&gt;started dating Mel two months after i broke up with ex.....&lt;br /&gt;by the tyme this happened-Mel and i had been an item 6 months&lt;br /&gt;..........i didnt cheat on Mel with ex.........or did I????????&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-3303604279403721469?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3303604279403721469/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=3303604279403721469' title='37 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3303604279403721469'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3303604279403721469'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/kneading-2.html' title='KNEADING 2......................'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>37</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-1184884728609270354</id><published>2008-08-20T02:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-20T03:40:39.727-07:00</updated><title type='text'>KNEADING 1..........</title><content type='html'>....So i got to surulere 7:28pm&lt;br /&gt;my Aunt was in the living room&lt;br /&gt;i too respect the woman oooooo&lt;br /&gt;na ma mama elder sis &lt;br /&gt;she no gree me kill her only daughter&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cousin's laptop has a virus&lt;br /&gt;on my flash or hers.........files no show&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;on her laptop e dey show&lt;br /&gt;so i practically formatted her laptop &lt;br /&gt;as well as her flash&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if it is on her desktop at work&lt;br /&gt;.........it will &lt;strong&gt;crash&lt;/strong&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am &lt;strong&gt;flash files-less&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad that i lost office related documents i had on it&lt;br /&gt;can always retrive it though.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pics and sturvs???&lt;br /&gt;will start a new library&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;never will i let her touch &lt;strong&gt;my&lt;/strong&gt; stuff again&lt;br /&gt;....&lt;strong&gt;never&lt;/strong&gt;...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;poro&lt;/strong&gt; luving friend called to apologise &lt;br /&gt;she agrees its partly her fault&lt;br /&gt;cos of her hurry..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;bottom line-i will survive&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;............4years ago......&lt;br /&gt;i was actively participating in a youth oriented organisation&lt;br /&gt;late night meetings were our speciality........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i was a member of everything&lt;br /&gt;usually holding down exec positions&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had two meetings that night&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first meeting was scheduled to hold in my room &lt;br /&gt;9pm-10pm we agreeed........&lt;br /&gt;second meeting was scheduled for 10pm&lt;br /&gt;and would probably last till dawn..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first meeting in progress......i was cold&lt;br /&gt;i owned this big wrapper.......used it to cover my legs/feet...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dude sitting beside me decided he was also cold&lt;br /&gt;wrapper was big enuff for two&lt;br /&gt;moreover na leg i wan cover........had on a red shorts.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few minutes later his hand &lt;strong&gt;lands&lt;/strong&gt; on my lap.....&lt;br /&gt;i dont flinch.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......i'm taking minutes..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a few miniutes later he gets bolder...&lt;br /&gt;i allow his hands to caress.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......whilst still ignoring his ministrations......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he moves up...........not even a sigh from me........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...i'm scribbilng so i can later transcribe....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he finds me panties......starts to play with my lips &lt;br /&gt;........i bend down to scratch non itchy feet........&lt;br /&gt;he gains more access...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;..........i hear him gulp.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........i'm scribbilng...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he gets bolder.........&lt;br /&gt;one finger makes an attempt.........&lt;br /&gt;i move closer to edge of the bed......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....more access...he goes in.....scribbling&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's drooling...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...........if anyone else in that room noticed .....&lt;br /&gt;they didnt bat an eyelid.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........he has a field day...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;meeting ends......i usher everyone out........&lt;br /&gt;need to prepare my notes for the next meeting......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he hesitates at the door........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;come back after the meeting-i say.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Does it matter i am 5 years older??????..........&lt;br /&gt;i figured dude needs to &lt;strong&gt;practice&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I needed to freshen up.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......my ex was in the building......&lt;br /&gt;i had bigger fish to fry............**&lt;strong&gt;wink&lt;/strong&gt;**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ENJOY!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At a local college dance, a guy from America &lt;br /&gt;asked the girl from Sweden to dance. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;While they were dancing, he gives her a little squeeze, &lt;br /&gt;and says, “In America, we call this a hug.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replies, “Yaah, in Sveden, we call it a hug too.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A little later, he gives her a peck on the cheek,&lt;br /&gt;and says, “In America, we call this a kiss.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She replies, “Yaah, in Sveden, we call it a kiss too.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Toward the end of the night, and a lot of drinks later,&lt;br /&gt;he takes her out on the campus lawn, and proceeds to&lt;br /&gt;have sex with her, and says,&lt;br /&gt;“In America, we call this a grass sandwich.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She says, “Yaaah in Sveden, &lt;br /&gt;we call it a grass sandwich too, &lt;br /&gt;but we usually put more meat in it.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Three women were sitting around talking &lt;br /&gt;about their sex lives. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The first said, “I think my husband’s like &lt;br /&gt;a championship golfer. He’s spent the last ten &lt;br /&gt;years perfecting his stroke.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The second woman said, “My husband’s like the&lt;br /&gt;winner of the Indy 500. Every time we get into&lt;br /&gt;bed he gives me several hundred exciting laps.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The third woman was silent until she was asked, &lt;br /&gt;“Tell us about your husband.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She thought for a moment and said, &lt;br /&gt;“My husband’s like an Olympic sprinter.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“How so?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’s got his time down to under 11 seconds.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-1184884728609270354?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1184884728609270354/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=1184884728609270354' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/1184884728609270354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/1184884728609270354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/kneading-1.html' title='KNEADING 1..........'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-2587039463990149993</id><published>2008-08-17T23:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-18T00:25:11.067-07:00</updated><title type='text'>IRATE IBILUV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Went to see my aunt yesterday-decided to &lt;br /&gt;share mi pics with my cousin-my pal was headed my way&lt;br /&gt;to hook up with her &lt;strong&gt;phallus&lt;/strong&gt; so she &lt;br /&gt;was hurrying me up.....so i let my cousin have a &lt;br /&gt;field day with my flash............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;only pictures &lt;/strong&gt;abi???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;idiot copied &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; my files&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;saw her trying to do more than pictures&lt;br /&gt;said she wanted my &lt;strong&gt;raunchy&lt;/strong&gt; file too&lt;br /&gt;didnt mind sharing cos i know all my&lt;strong&gt; personal &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;raunchy pictures are on my laptop which doesnt leave my room &lt;br /&gt;and is passworded berra than fort knox........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BUT i should have &lt;strong&gt;monitored&lt;/strong&gt; the transfer &lt;br /&gt;cos all she did was &lt;strong&gt;delete&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;all&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;my files from my flash......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;pictures,documents(personal&amp;work related),blog notes&lt;br /&gt;i wasnt here(blogville) last week so i used the weekend &lt;br /&gt;to write posts enuff for 2 weeks now she has them all.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;annoying thing is she wants me to come get it.......&lt;br /&gt;she is so lucky i live 60mins away......didnt find out &lt;br /&gt;till i was winding down last night-if it wasnt that late &lt;br /&gt;i would have gone right back to hers......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;whatever happened to her sending it all back &lt;strong&gt;via mail&lt;/strong&gt;?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she has come up with every stupid reason imaginable &lt;br /&gt;why she cant send it back via mail*&amp;&amp;^%$£%^**&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she must have been born stupid cos all she had to do &lt;br /&gt;if she &lt;strong&gt;wanted &lt;/strong&gt;to snoop was &lt;strong&gt;copy&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;not &lt;strong&gt;delete&lt;/strong&gt; from my flash...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i would have been none the wiser she had all my info...............&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;........the secretive idiot-she never spills-but likes &lt;br /&gt;to hear it all-i am a chatterbox-so i've learnt-staying &lt;br /&gt;away from people keeps me from spilling-if i dont get my files &lt;br /&gt;via mail by COB today MONDAY the 18th August-i'm leaving work &lt;br /&gt;at the dot of 5pm(dont care what my boss says) and i'll head to &lt;br /&gt;hers-idiot has papers in school(MBA)tues so i pray she wont &lt;br /&gt;go reading at some friends place and wont be home.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if she aiint home -i'm staying till she surfaces cos &lt;br /&gt;i want to retrieve my files-hopefuly she hasnt &lt;strong&gt;deleted&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;them from her laptop in the bid to send them to me via email...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.......i'll &lt;strong&gt;strip&lt;/strong&gt; her laptop and flash clean &lt;br /&gt;of all that concerns me-not unless she saves them on her desktop at work&lt;br /&gt;-which &lt;strong&gt;will crash&lt;/strong&gt;(yes o-i have hidden talents)-&lt;br /&gt;nosey parker-all i agreed to share was pics(family and funny stuff)&lt;br /&gt;but idiot took it all-&lt;strong&gt;invasion of privacy &lt;/strong&gt;is what she's done&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;ps:met Enigma....dark,goodlooking,dimpled,talks nice..........&lt;br /&gt;i'm a sucker for any guy that has all 4 traits but dude &lt;strong&gt;IS&lt;/strong&gt; engaged,i've got *&lt;strong&gt;cough&lt;/strong&gt;* and i didnt agree to hook up &lt;br /&gt;just so i could dig me claws in....a cute laff he says i have&lt;br /&gt;if only he &lt;strong&gt;knows&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; in the prescence&lt;br /&gt;of blokes or when i'm on the phone with a bloke is my laff cute.......)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;you need to see me lafffing at oshodi or mushin...&lt;br /&gt;na correct mad laff i dey potray..........lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;catch u all....work willing tom...u people should &lt;br /&gt;pray my cousin has not deleted my files-cos first&lt;br /&gt;no more blogs this week,second-i will be in jail for &lt;br /&gt;killing my cousin(i just might).........all this bcos &lt;br /&gt;she wanted to copy my raunchy picture file......&lt;br /&gt;amebo copied &lt;strong&gt;scratch that &lt;/strong&gt;deleted my files........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I AM MAD.............&lt;br /&gt;STARK RAVING MAD........&lt;br /&gt;FURIOUS...........&lt;br /&gt;IRATE...........&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I hate it that she snooped like that......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also mad at my &lt;strong&gt;pal&lt;/strong&gt; who because &lt;br /&gt;she wanted to go meet her &lt;strong&gt;poro&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hurried me up so i didnt supervise the transfer&lt;br /&gt;well i was having dinner so i needed to concentrate &lt;br /&gt;on the chicken wing in my hand whilst '&lt;strong&gt;bolo&lt;/strong&gt;' &lt;br /&gt;was having a field day with my flash and &lt;strong&gt;cocksucker&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;br /&gt;was blaring her horn.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;both of them i have &lt;strong&gt;no love &lt;/strong&gt;for this minute.......&lt;br /&gt;work had berra be an improvement-i need some cheering up.........&lt;br /&gt;else...i'm gonna be snapping off heads today........&lt;br /&gt;boss inclusive.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm also mad cos poro loving friend got &lt;strong&gt;sum&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;while i didnt and never lacking poro cousin has all my files............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i cant sleep.....its 2:45am and i have to be up at 4:30am&lt;br /&gt;poro loving pal is picking me up at 5:30....&lt;br /&gt;headed to work together we are(her poro is driving).........&lt;br /&gt;3rd mainland brouhaha...........i'm falling promptly &lt;br /&gt;asleep soon as i get into the car.....i dont wanna hear &lt;br /&gt;any mush mush in my ears all the way from my hood to cms&lt;br /&gt;..........let him be my '&lt;strong&gt;driver&lt;/strong&gt;' tomorrow morning.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mad is what i am(thats y i cant sleep)&lt;br /&gt;raving...........mad hatter MAD!&amp;^%!%$%^&amp;^%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;replies to the comments on my previous post dey among deleted flash documents....might retrieve them by tomorrow or put up new ones......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;eventually only got an hour of sleep&lt;br /&gt;ina berra mood this morning.......&lt;br /&gt;poro loving pal and her phallus didnt pick me up.....&lt;br /&gt;suits me fyne..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm in a berra mood this morn.......love my peeps at work&lt;br /&gt;moreover i'm thankful to BABA LOKE He has given me anoda day!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later u all!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-2587039463990149993?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2587039463990149993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=2587039463990149993' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/2587039463990149993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/2587039463990149993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/irate-ibiluv.html' title='IRATE IBILUV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-8708036993842909441</id><published>2008-08-08T09:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-08T12:35:08.582-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Liquor2</title><content type='html'>next day-i slept the whole day............&lt;br /&gt;the alcohol in me and i do love sleep........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got to school day after the next and scolded T&amp;H....&lt;br /&gt;they aplogise and said they thought boffing him would come easy.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the &lt;strong&gt;cretins&lt;/strong&gt; knew*&amp;^%$£.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i let it slide.......later that night i am home &lt;br /&gt;and T comes over,he says H wants to see me.........&lt;br /&gt;i said i was tired and needed to chill but he persuaded me &lt;br /&gt;and i went with him..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;first to see H....nurrin serious...had dinner.....&lt;br /&gt;laffs,he was supposed to walk me home...&lt;br /&gt;i wan pop in to see someone he says.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;another bar&lt;/strong&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i suppose just waka go my home abi?..........&lt;br /&gt;no...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na so i siddon follow drink another &lt;strong&gt;4&lt;/strong&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;during the 4th(did i mention that shit is bitter?????&lt;br /&gt;it did nurrin for me-y i was plying meself with &lt;br /&gt;drink i have no idea.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;did i get high&lt;/strong&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dunno, i do know T and i left the bar and headed &lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;Down-G&lt;/strong&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;with my 4th bottle in hand......&lt;br /&gt;we strolled thru the dark night.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;must have been about 2am....&lt;br /&gt;went into this &lt;strong&gt;ashi&lt;/strong&gt; joint.........&lt;br /&gt;see a few guys from school......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i'm feeling aiight-&lt;strong&gt;extra confident&lt;/strong&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;no one &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; touch me.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this dude from my class A goes up to T and whispers to him&lt;br /&gt;.....abeg una for tell me say as i b babe and i dey ashi joint &lt;br /&gt;dem fit join me with those whey dey *&lt;strong&gt;sell&lt;/strong&gt;*.........  &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T seems humbled by whatever A said and we leave the ashi joint &lt;br /&gt;and go hook up with this other dudes.........&lt;strong&gt;na outside we go o&lt;/strong&gt;..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am still with my bottle....this dudes were leering......&lt;br /&gt;they were not students but grown ass men.....&lt;br /&gt;they bought me suya.....and na so my eye clear.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;dey bought me my &lt;strong&gt;fifth&lt;/strong&gt; small bottle......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;a little over an hr later...i'm drowsy......&lt;br /&gt;everyone around me is either gone or asleep......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am eyeing a free spot on a bench to lie on when L steps up to me.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L's been wanting to date me since forever.....&lt;br /&gt;he and i chat for a few mins and he goes he's headed home &lt;br /&gt;and i said &lt;strong&gt;bye.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says i look drowsy,i say i am........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ibi where are you gonna sleep&lt;/strong&gt;????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;once again na so my eye clear o.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i venture out to mine alone.....i may get hit by a &lt;br /&gt;bus scratch that a *&lt;strong&gt;daf&lt;/strong&gt;* or killed by &lt;br /&gt;indigenes or students(i fit disrupt their meeting).........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if i sleep dia..... a few feet away from an ashi joint &lt;br /&gt;and i get solicited and i say no.....&lt;br /&gt;bye bye to innocence the harsh way........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L says come home with me-thing is L stays a few &lt;br /&gt;houses away from &lt;strong&gt;boyf&lt;/strong&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L is a berra option so i go home with L,get to his......&lt;br /&gt;lay side by side...i'm cold and all liquored up &lt;br /&gt;but i get to sleep like a baby...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he's a &lt;strong&gt;gentleman&lt;/strong&gt;.....he doesnt even ask for a kiss......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2hrs sleep and its 6am.........i get up,say my thanks &lt;br /&gt;and take a cab home..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not a school day......nobody find me sef.....&lt;br /&gt;mi cuz goes sebi na T i follow go.........&lt;br /&gt;they are having breakfast and i'm famished....&lt;br /&gt;went into shock.....i do when my blood sugar level drops.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mi cuz rustles up a meal.....i wolf it down and it &lt;br /&gt;all comes back up..........they laff at me......&lt;br /&gt;they knew i must have gotten stuffed with alcohol.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;u cant hang out wit a dog and not eat shit they said.......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i drink some tea....it stays down...i take a shower &lt;br /&gt;close the windows and sleep for 8hours.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i wake up and who do i see...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;boyf&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;from the look in his eyes i knew it...he had &lt;strong&gt;heard&lt;/strong&gt; it all.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i had a lot of &lt;strong&gt;explaining &lt;/strong&gt;to do.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;have a luvly weekend y'all!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A small tourist hotel was all abuzz about an &lt;br /&gt;afternoon wedding where the groom was 95 and the bride was 23. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The groom looked pretty feeble and the feeling was &lt;br /&gt;that the wedding night might kill him, because his bride &lt;br /&gt;was a healthy, vivacious young woman. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But lo and behold, the next morning, the bride came down &lt;br /&gt;the main staircase slowly, step by step, hanging onto &lt;br /&gt;the banister for dear life. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She finally managed to get to the counter of the &lt;br /&gt;little shop in the hotel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The clerk looked really concerned, &lt;br /&gt;“Whatever happened to you, honey? &lt;br /&gt;You look like you’ve been wrestling an alligator!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The bride groaned, hung on to the counter &lt;br /&gt;and managed to speak, &lt;br /&gt;“Oh God! When he told me he’d been saving up for 75 years,&lt;br /&gt;I thought he meant his money!!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tim and Joe finished their weekly round of golf &lt;br /&gt;with Tim pulling out his typical victory, although &lt;br /&gt;not by the customary wide margin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Even though the match was unusually close, &lt;br /&gt;Joe seemed more upset than usual by the outcome. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Talk about the worst luck in the world,” grumbled Joe &lt;br /&gt;as they headed into the locker room. &lt;br /&gt;“I just can’t seem to buy a darn break.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Why are you being so hard on yourself?” asked Tim.&lt;br /&gt;"You played great all week. Heck, you almost won.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That’s what’s so aggravating,” yelled Joe. &lt;br /&gt;“I cheated like crazy and I still lost!” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A salesman decided to become a policeman. &lt;br /&gt;Several months later, a friend asked him how &lt;br /&gt;he liked his new job. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well," he replied, "The pay isn't great and &lt;br /&gt;the hours are long, but one thing I really &lt;br /&gt;like is that the customer is always wrong!"&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-8708036993842909441?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/8708036993842909441/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=8708036993842909441' title='25 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/8708036993842909441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/8708036993842909441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/liquor2.html' title='Liquor2'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>25</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-625641491132853404</id><published>2008-08-06T11:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-06T11:24:45.656-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Do u know me???????</title><content type='html'>How well does one truly know another person?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TRULY KNOW&lt;/strong&gt;?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there are secret parts to all of us&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;parts &lt;strong&gt;we&lt;/strong&gt; dont always know well &lt;strong&gt;ourselves&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ENJOY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob stood over his tee short on the 18th hole for what seemed like forever.&lt;br /&gt;He’d waggle, look down, look up, but never start his back swing. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Finally David, his playing partner, asked, &lt;br /&gt;“Why on Earth are you taking so long to make this shot?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“My wife is up there watching me from the clubhouse,&lt;br /&gt;and I want to make this shot a good one,” said Bob. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Good Lord,” said David, &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“You haven’t got a chance of hitting her from here.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;BACK ON FRI WITH LIQUOR 2&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mwah.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-625641491132853404?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/625641491132853404/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=625641491132853404' title='18 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/625641491132853404'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/625641491132853404'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/do-u-know-me.html' title='Do u know me???????'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-4511622029135944072</id><published>2008-08-04T01:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-04T02:37:42.211-07:00</updated><title type='text'>LIQUOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Liquor&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my cuz&amp;her boo were at mine over the weekend.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he decided to get tipsy and finished a bottle of red wine&lt;br /&gt;he wasnt drunk (so he said)me thinks he was tipsy at least&lt;br /&gt;........cos he wasnt steady on his feet and he was &lt;br /&gt;basket mouthing......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mi Pa also does that,he takes a few bottles of &lt;br /&gt;star&amp;or wine and basketmouths......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;always hated it......still hate it&lt;br /&gt;what liquor makes u do or does to u&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....i've tried it.....why and how do people basketmouth????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;t'was the end of my first yr in Uni-&lt;strong&gt;guy i was dating &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was outta town-classmate of mine(lets calls her H) &lt;br /&gt;had a permanent &lt;strong&gt;basket mouth &lt;/strong&gt;for a boyfriend(lets call him T)&lt;br /&gt;the guy was high 24hrs a day-he was also into *stupid ish*........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i got bad grades-&lt;strong&gt;was looking for a way out&lt;/strong&gt;-someone should &lt;br /&gt;have told me all i needed to do was retake those exams...&lt;br /&gt;no....i was told all i needed to do was see sum dude...&lt;br /&gt;so we go see him(I,T&amp;H) and he says see me after school(alone)....&lt;br /&gt;(i should have suspected shey???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i did but i wanted to see this thru...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i go after school and he says we need to get to sum dude's place....&lt;br /&gt;i was just looking for a way outta telling mum i failed 2 courses o&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he goes to a bar....takes a few bottles.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;stout&lt;/strong&gt;...persuades me to take a few...&lt;br /&gt;(i remember i used to take a few sips of mi Pa's pink lady at age 9&lt;br /&gt;.......i could probably control my alcohol...so i end up taking &lt;br /&gt;2small bottles(i stupid abi)...i know......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we head out...........only to go to another bar...&lt;br /&gt;shouldnt i have know this was not &lt;strong&gt;normal&lt;/strong&gt;???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he took a few more...i took &lt;strong&gt;two&lt;/strong&gt; more small bottles&lt;br /&gt;....(i be champion......4small stout bottles=2big stout bottles)...&lt;br /&gt;then we head on to dudes place......turned out to be his home....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i follow am reach dia....sparsely furnished room...i am tired and &lt;br /&gt;starting to think mi glasses are getting weak...so dude says be comfortable&lt;br /&gt;...i sit on his bed...the only available piece of furniture....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he then proceeds to touch me...i swear every &lt;strong&gt;ounce &lt;/strong&gt;of liquour &lt;br /&gt;.....zapped out of my system....i told him in the calmest voice i could muster&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;IF YOU TOUCH ME........I WILL WOOZE YOU!!!!!!!!......&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says but they(H&amp;T) said u have a &lt;strong&gt;boyfriend&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;so what if i have????even if i &lt;strong&gt;was&lt;/strong&gt; boffing my boyf&lt;br /&gt;must i boff u too?(i really wasnt boffing boyf then)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;now i see why we had to get high....i thought we were going to see &lt;br /&gt;sum dude who was gonna help with my scores.....&lt;br /&gt;thingy was.....a script was suppossed to surface like an assignment &lt;br /&gt;someone forgot to add up to my final score sheet......... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well i aiint that high......when u get to school tom....pls &lt;strong&gt;fail&lt;/strong&gt; me in the other courses..........i walked out,got a cab to my hostel &lt;br /&gt;and sleep the liquor away......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i learnt my lesson.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;apparently not........&lt;br /&gt;wait till u read part two......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-4511622029135944072?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4511622029135944072/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=4511622029135944072' title='23 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/4511622029135944072'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/4511622029135944072'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/liquor.html' title='LIQUOR!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>23</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-6896173241112876170</id><published>2008-08-01T05:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T06:33:26.143-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Second post!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Its morning....i am awake...........my fone rings&lt;br /&gt;cousin says meet up with me at her designers.....for a fitting&lt;br /&gt;she was getting married 3weeks later......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am chilling-next thing i know...........sum dude steps in&lt;br /&gt;at first i am like.....ok&lt;br /&gt;T's flatmate probably..........&lt;br /&gt;well seeing T has someone in his bed.....dude will notice....and walk out........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;shuo...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he moves closer to the bed so i raise mi head and go hi-u want &lt;strong&gt;anything&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;he didnt apologise for the intrusion&lt;br /&gt;he just leaves&amp;^%%$#@*(&amp;%&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;......T wakes up a while later and lights up....i am sure as hell never gonna &lt;br /&gt;get used to this &lt;strong&gt;ish&lt;/strong&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i tell him what his flatmate did........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he says oh....he is a doc......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am thinking what the fuck*&amp;^%$^$&lt;br /&gt;so what if he is a medical doc&lt;br /&gt;does that give him the right to walk in and check my organs??????&lt;br /&gt;maybe he would have if i was fast asleep&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;docs &lt;strong&gt;can&lt;/strong&gt; be perverts though&lt;br /&gt;T waves it off.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i am fuming..........tell him off and he just keeps blowing out clouds of smoke at me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its not like i expected him to go beat up the dude&lt;br /&gt;but is it just me-or when ur flatmate has someone over......u give a wide berth&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and if the babe u just shagged kicks her heels in about stuff&lt;br /&gt;even if u aiint gonna do shit-u make it seem like u will&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got up.......i needed to get to the designers anyways&lt;br /&gt;took a shower all the tyme watching out for *a doc*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T drops me off at the designers and apologises asked to see the finished&lt;br /&gt;product of the outfit...........&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;i said ok&lt;br /&gt;just maybe u will get to see a pic&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;and as i waved him off&lt;br /&gt;i just knew.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he is never gonna get a whiff of this anymore...........&lt;br /&gt;after all......the earth didnt stand &lt;strong&gt;still&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;water was lukewarm.........neither &lt;strong&gt;HOT nor COLD&lt;/strong&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jokes!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An elderly man goes into a brothel and tells the madam he would &lt;br /&gt;like a young girl for the night. Surprised, she looks at the ancient&lt;br /&gt; man and asks how old he is. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I’m 90 years old,” he says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Ninety!” replies the woman. “Don’t you realize you’ve had it?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh, sorry,” says the old man, “how much do I owe you?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A dimwitted blonde bombshell walks into an airplane and sits in the &lt;br /&gt;first-class section. Upon sitting down a stewardess asks to see her &lt;br /&gt;boarding pass and informs her that she only has a coach ticket.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The blonde says, “I’m a cute looking blonde and I’m flying first class.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The stewardess replies that she only has a coach seat to Atlanta. The &lt;br /&gt;blonde then retorts, “I’m a cute blonde and I’m flying first class.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Just then the captain happened by and asked what was happening. The &lt;br /&gt;blonde tells him, “I’m a cute blonde and I’m flying first class to &lt;br /&gt;Atlanta.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The captain thinks about it for a moment and whispers something in her&lt;br /&gt; ear. The blonde immediately gets up and jumps into a seat in the coach&lt;br /&gt; cabin.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Puzzled, the stewardess asks the captain what he said to get her to move&lt;br /&gt; so fast.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;”It was simple,” he replied, “I told her that first class isn’t going to&lt;br /&gt; Atlanta.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A meat counter clerk, who was drunk and had a particularly good day, &lt;br /&gt;proudly flipped his last chicken on a scale and weighed it.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That will be $6.35,” he told his female customer.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“That really is a little too small,” said the woman. “Don’t you have &lt;br /&gt;anything larger?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Hesitating, but thinking fast, the clerk returned the chicken to the&lt;br /&gt; refrigerator, paused a moment, then took it out again. “This one,” &lt;br /&gt;he said faintly, “will be $6.65.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The woman paused for a moment, then made her decision. “I know what,” &lt;br /&gt;she said, “I’ll take both of them!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Great Weekend to u all..........MWAH........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-6896173241112876170?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/6896173241112876170/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=6896173241112876170' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/6896173241112876170'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/6896173241112876170'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/second-post.html' title='Second post!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-4966067798597051361</id><published>2008-08-01T05:40:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-08-01T05:53:09.956-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tease II.............</title><content type='html'>Forgive me peeps,work's been mad......but today &lt;strong&gt;is &lt;/strong&gt;fri........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I could never do what bumight is doing-put meself out like that-i have this crazy &lt;br /&gt;habit of being honest......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its bad enuff that i spill here about stuff i shouldn't be telling u all(lol).....&lt;br /&gt;but thats stuff i &lt;strong&gt;wanna&lt;/strong&gt; share but bumight takes the prize.......*shaking in my heels*.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So T(Guy in tease).........we had this great companionship and after a while &lt;br /&gt;he asked that we become *an item*.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i am thinking.....yea i like thee....but a guy who smokes,drinks,gets &lt;br /&gt;high,still affiliates with sum *stupid ish* he did in sch....was not my idea of a &lt;br /&gt;guy i could end up falling in love with.......(when u start to go steady-this &lt;br /&gt;happens......no?......well sometymes.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I always said us being an item wasnt gonna happen......he must have really liked &lt;br /&gt;me or he just really wanted to tap that ass cos he kept at it.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.........we would hook up regularly as &lt;strong&gt;friends&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;strong&gt;sometimes&lt;/strong&gt; we would get up to all sorts......except penetration........i would help him get off though.....*wink*.....for me foreplay was the coolest ish...once i could get off....&lt;br /&gt;i saw no need to have &lt;strong&gt;coitus&lt;/strong&gt;.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;also dude has the longest phallus I had ever seen(&lt;strong&gt;then&lt;/strong&gt;)....i plead the fifth-thou shall not ask me(&lt;strong&gt;a lady&lt;/strong&gt;) how &lt;strong&gt;many &lt;/strong&gt;had i seen then or now for that matter......just trust me when i say-even then i had seen quite a &lt;strong&gt;few&lt;/strong&gt;........*wink*.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;.....truth be told-i was kinda &lt;strong&gt;scared&lt;/strong&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6 months later-many make up sessions,dry humps,blowjobs,finger fucks,nipple and &lt;br /&gt;boob massaging,licking,groping,suckjobs later-i was still afraid of taking *&lt;strong&gt;him&lt;/strong&gt;* in....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;then it happened&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I WAS MAD HORNY&lt;/strong&gt;.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;fortunately or unfortunately-he called on that fateful day and asked that we hook &lt;br /&gt;up-i came up with sum bullshit excuse cos i knew-i wasnt gonna stop at foreplay...&lt;br /&gt;..but i did think to pull an all nighter at his-then jettisioned the idea.....not cos i wanted to be banged all night but cos after a good session(no?) i get to cuddle up to someone-i've never owned teddies-what can they do for me?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;next thing i know -flatmate's guy lands -so we reach a compromise-u guys can do &lt;br /&gt;it anyhow,anywhere till noon tom...just drive me to T's........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;guy is elated...doesnt even bat an eyelid-an hours drive at 930pm-they decide &lt;br /&gt;they will drop me off,hang out sumplace then head back to mine.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i call T -i am coming over.........-90points-i had to pay my cab fare(so &lt;br /&gt;what??????he didnt know i got dropped off by flatmates dude)-i was still a &lt;strong&gt;corper&lt;/strong&gt; then-he did say he was gonna refund it-he did +50points...only the exact amount -190points&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;got fired up to receive all &lt;strong&gt;9inches&lt;/strong&gt; of him?no?..............he asked me what i was expecting after seeing how &lt;strong&gt;tall&lt;/strong&gt; he is..............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;na so i shake teh fear comot......una whey don born-abeg sebi pickin head big pass&lt;br /&gt;phallus????even if na 9inch sef.........LMAO!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we talked,he got me dinner-how sweet!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i fiddled with the food....settled down to a movie....+50points-comedy not porn...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its 1130-lets go to bed he says....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;foreplay was great......he attempts and i open up........settled in to a rhythm-wasnt bad---then he did the unthinkable....turned me over for a doggy????me????dogggy^%$£^&amp;**&amp;&amp;$$&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;........hated it-i always felt ashi-ish when i do the doggy(&lt;strong&gt;weird i am)&lt;/strong&gt; dont ask y(me sef i no sabi)-anything else except 'that'.........only allowed him a few thrusts then ......we did other things.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;later we are spent.....i resting in his arms.....we talked,drifted asleep-after &lt;br /&gt;i had made it clear i dont do the doggy---then he goes he loves it-he gets the &lt;br /&gt;deepest penetration-and i am like-how much &lt;strong&gt;deeper&lt;/strong&gt; does a 9 inch individual wanna go.............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A 70-year-old man went to his doctor’s office to get a sperm count. The doctor gave the man a jar and said, “Take this jar home and bring me back a sample tomorrow.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next day the 70-year-old man reappears at the doctor’s office and gives him the jar, which is as clean and empty as on the previous day. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor asked what happened and the man explains, “Well, doc, it’s like this: First I tried with my right hand, but nothing. Then I tried with my left hand, but still nothing. Then I asked my wife for help. She tried with her right hand, with nothing. Then her left, but nothing. She even tried with her mouth, first with the teeth in, then with the teeth out, and still nothing. We even called up the lady next door and she tried with both hands and her mouth too, but nothing.” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The doctor was shocked! “You asked your neighbor?” &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The old man replied, “Yep, but no matter what we tried we couldn’t get the darn jar open!”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-4966067798597051361?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4966067798597051361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=4966067798597051361' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/4966067798597051361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/4966067798597051361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/08/tease-ii.html' title='Tease II.............'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-9106065708901179445</id><published>2008-07-25T08:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-25T08:52:28.355-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Its friday again and.....</title><content type='html'>........i was about to alight&lt;br /&gt;this slim thing decided to shoot out&lt;br /&gt;i blocked her progress and i almost fell&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i started to speak&lt;br /&gt;thought to let it go...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she stopped and said &lt;strong&gt;talk now&lt;/strong&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i said why did u do that????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she started to rant and i gave her the high five&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talk to the hand&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;she hisses and says &lt;br /&gt;oh...sef...na&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;talk to the finger&lt;/strong&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt bother....it just made it clearer to me&lt;br /&gt;she wasnt worth my &lt;strong&gt;spit&lt;/strong&gt;...............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;TGIF U ALL&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;An angry wife met her husband at the door. There was alcohol on his &lt;br /&gt;breath and lipstick on his collar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I assume,” she snarled, “that there is a very good reason for you to&lt;br /&gt; come waltzing in here at six o’clock in the morning?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“There is,” he replied. “Breakfast.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On hearing that her elderly grandfather had just passed away, &lt;br /&gt;Katie went straight to her grandparent’s house to visit her &lt;br /&gt;95-year-old grandmother and comfort her.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When she asked how her grandfather had died, her grandmother replied, &lt;br /&gt;“He had a heart attack while we were making love on Sunday morning.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Horrified, Katie told her grandmother that two people nearly 100 years&lt;br /&gt; old having sex would surely be asking for trouble.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh no, my dear,” replied Granny. “Many years ago, realizing our advanced&lt;br /&gt; age, we figured out the best time to do it was when the church bells &lt;br /&gt;would start to ring. It was just the right rhythm. Nice and slow and&lt;br /&gt; even. Nothing too strenuous, simply in on the Ding and out on the Dong.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She paused, wiped away a tear and then continued, “And if that damned &lt;br /&gt;ice cream truck hadn’t come along, he’d still be alive today!”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One evening a family brings their frail, elderly mother to a nursing home &lt;br /&gt;and leaves her, hoping she will be well-cared for.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The next morning, the nurses bathe her, feed her a tasty breakfast, and &lt;br /&gt;set her in a chair at a window overlooking a lovely flower garden. She &lt;br /&gt;seems OK, but after a while she slowly starts to fall over sideways in &lt;br /&gt;her chair.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Two attentive nurses immediately rush up to catch her and straighten her &lt;br /&gt;up. Again she seems OK, but after a while she starts to tilt to the other&lt;br /&gt; side. The nurses rush back and once more bring her back upright. This &lt;br /&gt;goes on all morning.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Later, the family arrives to see how the old woman is adjusting to her &lt;br /&gt;new home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“So, Ma, how is it here? Are they treating you all right?” they ask.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“It’s pretty nice,” she replies. “Except they won’t let you fart.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;see u all mon.........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-9106065708901179445?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/9106065708901179445/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=9106065708901179445' title='33 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/9106065708901179445'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/9106065708901179445'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/07/its-friday-again-and.html' title='Its friday again and.....'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>33</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-5132559372109851239</id><published>2008-07-24T08:53:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-24T09:51:05.100-07:00</updated><title type='text'>I was warned..................</title><content type='html'>So its been raining or drizzling&lt;br /&gt;while i aiint salt &lt;br /&gt;i dont like to get wet,damp or whatever&lt;br /&gt;so i have been taking cabucabu .........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;there's this bad patch on the way &lt;br /&gt;its really bad&lt;br /&gt;keeps getting worse&lt;br /&gt;its been know to swallow &lt;strong&gt;SUV&lt;/strong&gt;'s &lt;br /&gt;how much more cabucabu that &lt;br /&gt;apapa trailers will blow away..........lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ps:if u know anyone that owns a picanto&lt;br /&gt;advice that person not to pass tincan,apapa route ooooooo&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;the car will be blown away&lt;br /&gt;(I &lt;strong&gt;hate&lt;/strong&gt; the vehicle)&lt;br /&gt;it's tiny&lt;br /&gt;any one who knows me knows i like &lt;strong&gt;big&lt;/strong&gt; things&lt;br /&gt;.....*&lt;strong&gt;cough&lt;/strong&gt;*..........*&lt;strong&gt;wink&lt;/strong&gt;*........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;oh ok i digress...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i engage this cabucabu and dude and i agree on 300 naira&lt;br /&gt;......i let him pick other passengers on the way cos &lt;br /&gt;he wanted 500 naira......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;journey was smooth&lt;br /&gt;no old papa to harass this tyme....*wink*.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we get to the bad patch &lt;br /&gt;i pretend to be engrossed in a novel&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he &lt;strong&gt;GRUMBLES ALL THE WAY&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;at a point i felt we were gonna topple into the water......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we made it safe across........&lt;br /&gt;then got to my destination&lt;br /&gt;i alighted.....&lt;br /&gt;paid and just as he received his fare he goes&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Aunty..ni ojo imi ti e ba ri mi ni garagi wa&lt;br /&gt;ema pemi kin gbe yin wa sibi yi&lt;br /&gt;ona yin yen ko da rara o&lt;br /&gt;mi o le ti tori ise 300 ki lo tun motor se fun 3000&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aunty...next time you get to our garage&lt;br /&gt;dont engage my services to bring you here&lt;br /&gt;i will not fix my car for 3000 naira &lt;br /&gt;just cos of a 300 naira trip&lt;br /&gt;the road is pretty bad&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just dey laff......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;he kept shaking his head as he drove away&lt;br /&gt;to &lt;strong&gt;face the bad patch again&lt;/strong&gt;........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;that was yesterday&lt;br /&gt;today i swam across in my rain boots &lt;br /&gt;and took a bike the rest of the way&lt;br /&gt;i did see cabs at the garage but i was afraid&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i remember baba's threat&lt;br /&gt;i could have been lynched if i had tried &lt;br /&gt;to get a cab cos i know baba must have spread the word&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so u see&lt;br /&gt;me sef dey fear small...........sometimes.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;*wink*...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-5132559372109851239?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/5132559372109851239/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=5132559372109851239' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/5132559372109851239'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/5132559372109851239'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/07/i-was-warned.html' title='I was warned..................'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-1469957706698615941</id><published>2008-07-20T23:54:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-21T00:06:08.988-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Tease............</title><content type='html'>He glanced across the table at her,she was spooning sorbet into her mouth. A small glob of it clung to her upper lip which she licked it off with the tip of her tongue. He watched her facinated and as he did, he experienced the most extraordinary physical attraction to her..... He was filled wit a fierce desire to make love to her...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;this is an excerpt from a novel........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it reminded me of......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it was www.whisper2u.com.........&lt;br /&gt;my profile name drew his attention.....he buzzed....i responded&lt;br /&gt;.....he was funny......i was doing the nysc thingy then...was looking forward to it ending and me getting a job.....he was with an advert agency(the first ad guy i dated).....i was fascinated with his job......he was the first man to say 'i lie for a living....lieing comes easy to me'...(2nd ad guy also said this to me once).....every ad guy i know......says 'models are good for the job but i dont date them'......'i prefer regular girls'.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we would makes dates online ....hook up to the net and chat for hours.....3months later we exchanged numbers.....his voice i liked....6months later.....he called....i was just leaving my cousin's......thats really close to where i work-he said,why dont we hook up for lunch...i wasnt keen but he was persistent...so i headed there.....he was good looking(thank God) and tall...*cough*....we sat down...food was great...he was suppossed to head back to work but we were enjoying each other's company.....to prolong the date-he switched off his phone and we decided to have a drink......i was having such a great time......3hours later-i have go i said.... ok he said but give me a few mins to compose meself-i cant get up....i asked 'y'.....he asked if i really wanted to know...yes i said cos i couldnt understand this sudden need to sit tight and not get up....he pushed back his seat...i saw it...a &lt;strong&gt;lovely &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;strong&gt;woody&lt;/strong&gt;...i was stunned...i did dat i asked??...yea he said...when i asked?.....while u were eating he said..he said the idea of a drink was to give him tyme but whilst we drank and talked...it ony got worse.....i laughed.....&lt;strong&gt;secretly pleased&lt;/strong&gt;...I...MOI...gave a guy i just met a woody just by spooning rice into my mouth&amp;talking(not like i dont know what me voice can do to a man sometymes....*wink*)...what was it exactly i asked...ur eyes...mouth and voice he said...(&lt;strong&gt;my head swell&lt;/strong&gt;)....... &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;we agreed i should give him a few minutes to compose himself so i took a walk to look around...he met up with me and we headed...i was gonna take a cab home he insisted lets head to his place..i knew he only wanted me to pay for the woody......i said i needed to get a million things done.....he gave me this puppy dog look and i obliged him....company was good...flat was ok...he put on a movie...points for him it wasnt porn....we talked...he asked to kiss me......awwwwwwwwww i thought...he did......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i didnt particularly enjoy the kiss cos he was going too fast..i tod him so..he slowed down the tempo...i liked what his hands were doing to me.....i got up to pee &lt;strong&gt;and&lt;/strong&gt; to make sure i was 'clean' incase his pink muscle was gonna say hi to my clit(i noticed he went into his room-to prepare the slaughter slab i am sure).......went back to the living room....making up was slow then fast and furious......i was loving it...he picked me up-he didnt halt the kiss(points for that)...next thing i know i was against cool sheets....he stripped me slowly....we touched,licked groped,sucked....his fingers down there was bliss......then the pink muscle....'sigh'.....t'was.....t'was.....t'was.....then....i saw &lt;strong&gt;bright&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;strong&gt;lights&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;strong&gt;i felt goooooodddddd&lt;/strong&gt;....decided to return the favour....stripped him but left his briefs on........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....i touched,groped,licked,sucked everywhere except his &lt;strong&gt;shaft&lt;/strong&gt;......he was squirming.....then......i got up to pee(i'm sure he was like what kinda wickedness is this*&amp;^%$£)....cleaned me self up....went back in.....started to dress up....what are u doing he said...i'm sorry.....its late i need to get home-it's 8pm already.....are u just gonna let me hang he asked...i'm sorry i said...i agreed to lunch..i didnt sign up for a great fuck...maybe some other tyme i said...he got up noticed i was dead serious then went to get himself off...met me in the living room a while later...told him not to bother about dropping me off....we found a cab....i got a passionate good bye kiss.....get her home safe he said...cab driver cooed all the way to me home about how lucky i am and how much my &lt;strong&gt;husband &lt;/strong&gt;must love me......i had this huge smile on me face.......called when i got home and he said...&lt;strong&gt;now i like u more&lt;/strong&gt;.....i was soooooooooo sure i was gonna get &lt;strong&gt;some&lt;/strong&gt; tonight...he said he couldnt phantom not tapping that booty........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but i could have &lt;strong&gt;raped&lt;/strong&gt; you you know...i said the thought didnt cross my mind....u know what ibi...next tyme i &lt;strong&gt;catch &lt;/strong&gt;u...u wont get away so easy..........that was the whole idea though...keep him guessing.....so he comes back for more.....*wink*.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-1469957706698615941?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1469957706698615941/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=1469957706698615941' title='26 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/1469957706698615941'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/1469957706698615941'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/07/tease.html' title='Tease............'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>26</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-2453377160178556351</id><published>2008-07-18T09:15:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-18T09:41:25.419-07:00</updated><title type='text'>FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>i've got nurring much to say&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my itch is still dia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my crystal ball still hasnt come up with a face&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it looks like i aiint getting any&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;i will survive this drought&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;going celibate is not an &lt;strong&gt;option&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;ignoring &lt;/strong&gt;the itch hardly helps&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;lately i've been admiring this good looking brother&lt;br /&gt;that works in a differnt branch of my firm-its not &lt;br /&gt;like i need him to scratch my itch....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i just like watching him walk.....*sigh*..&lt;strong&gt;the swagger&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;well Enigma....this is for you.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A chicken and egg are lying in bed. The chicken is smoking a cigarette&lt;br /&gt;with a satisfied smile on its face, while the egg is frowning and &lt;br /&gt;looking slightly annoyed. The chicken turns over on its side and mutters,&lt;br /&gt;"Well, I guess that solves that debate."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Jack decides to go skiing with his buddy Bob. They load up Jack's &lt;br /&gt;station wagon and head north. After driving for a few hours, they get &lt;br /&gt;caught in a terrible blizzard. They pull into a nearby farmhouse and &lt;br /&gt;ask the attractive lady of the house if they can spend the night. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"I'm recently widowed," she explains, "and I'm afraid the neighbors &lt;br /&gt;will talk if I let you stay in my house." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Not to worry," Jack says, "we'll be happy to sleep in the barn." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nine months later, Jack gets a letter from the widow's attorney. He &lt;br /&gt;calls up his friend Bob and says, "Bob, do you remember that &lt;br /&gt;good-looking widow at the farm we stayed at?" &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I do," Bob says.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you happen to get up in the middle of the night, go up to the &lt;br /&gt;house and have sex with her?" Jack asks. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Yes, I have to admit that I did," Bob says. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Did you happen to use my name instead of telling her your name?" Jack&lt;br /&gt; asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Bob's face turns red and he says, "Yeah, I'm afraid I did." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"Well, thanks a lot, pal…” Jack says. “She just died and left me her &lt;br /&gt;farm." &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A couple was on their honeymoon, lying in bed, ready to consummate &lt;br /&gt;their marriage, when the new bride says to the husband, “I have a confession &lt;br /&gt;to make, I’m not a virgin.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband replies, “That’s not a big deal in this day and age.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife continues, “Yeah, I’ve been with one guy.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yeah? Who was the guy?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tiger Woods.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tiger Woods, the golfer?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Yeah.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Well, he’s rich, famous and handsome. I can see why you went to bed &lt;br /&gt;with him.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband and wife then make passionate love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they are done, the husband gets up and walks to the telephone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“What are you doing?” asks the wife.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband says, “I’m hungry, I was going to call room service and get &lt;br /&gt;something to eat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tiger wouldn’t do that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yeah? What would Tiger do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’d come back to bed and do it a second time.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband puts down the phone and goes back to bed to make &lt;br /&gt;love a second time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finish, he gets up and goes over to the phone. “Now what are &lt;br /&gt;you doing?” she asks.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The husband says, “I’m still hungry so I was going to get room service &lt;br /&gt;to get something to eat.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Tiger wouldn’t do that.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Oh yeah? What would Tiger do?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“He’d come back to bed and do it again.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The guy slams down the phone, goes back to bed, and makes love one more &lt;br /&gt;time.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When they finish he’s tired and beat. He drags himself over to the phone &lt;br /&gt;and starts to dial.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The wife asks, “Are you calling room service?”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“No! I’m calling Tiger Woods, to find out what the par is for this damn &lt;br /&gt;hole.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-2453377160178556351?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2453377160178556351/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=2453377160178556351' title='11 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/2453377160178556351'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/2453377160178556351'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/07/friday.html' title='FRIDAY!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>11</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-899597011799539432</id><published>2008-07-16T06:49:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-16T08:03:54.157-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Baroque...............</title><content type='html'>Your favourite childhood memory – having a ball at my 5th buffday parry&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Wash your face or rinse you mouth, which you do first in the morning – take a leak&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The scariest moment of your life – being asked by a thug *why the hell do u wanna get down from the bus*(shuo should i stay.... so he would rob me*&amp;^%$#)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One word that best describes you – HORNY AS A BITCH&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite month of the year – October&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite number -7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The nicest thing anyone ever said to you – all the compliments I need to thrive on …I tell meself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Current relationship status – happily single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What exactly are you wearing right now – shirt and pants-both in brown&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your current problem – how to scratch this *itch*..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you love most – GOD, family, money &amp; most def boffing……*wink*…&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you could go back in time and change anything, what would it be? Agberos off the roads and bring WAI back.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If you MUST be an animal for ONE day, what would you be? A pussy is what i am...*wink*...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name an obvious quality you have – Diplomacy&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you musically inclined? I love my music&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The name of the song that's stuck in your head right now – Party Rider-9ice&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Name someone with the same birthday as you – Bisi&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Do you have a crush on someone? – does wanting his phallus in me everytyme I hear his voice count as a crush????....*wink*….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been in a fight? I am a lady….hell no!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the first thing you notice about the OPPOSITE sex? How tall he is….it translates to how *cough* he is..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One of the biggest mistakes you’ve made – no regrets man………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What do you think about prostitutes? – if you sell a product no one wants to buy, wont you become bankrupt????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Say something very random about you? …I &lt;strong&gt;stained&lt;/strong&gt; me pants….(get ur mind outta the gutter)…with veggie soup……lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Your favourite part of your body – My laps.........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Has anyone ever said you looked like a celebrity? Nah….their kinda money my way but not the fame………..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Are you comfortable with your height? Yea…cant do shit about it……&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is the most romantic thing someone has ever done for you? Gave me a cold bath all thru the night whilst I battled a fever….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;What is your favourite smell? On me or on him????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Have you ever been rushed to the emergency room? Cut me self on a glass cup and joggedto the nearest hospital for a stitch…does this count????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Why are you answering all these questions? To update me blog……….&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i tag.......Enigma,smaragd,afrobabe,fff,lg,shiraoko,freaksho.......&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-899597011799539432?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/899597011799539432/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=899597011799539432' title='17 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/899597011799539432'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/899597011799539432'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/07/from-baroque.html' title='From Baroque...............'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-4147395400389619300</id><published>2008-07-15T04:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-15T04:23:36.248-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Lawyers wanted please!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>Hi peeps i had a restful weekend &lt;br /&gt;how was urs???&lt;br /&gt;i so need to get *&lt;strong&gt;a good boffing&lt;/strong&gt;* &lt;strong&gt;soooooonnnnn&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos i sexually harrassed a man i had &lt;strong&gt;no&lt;/strong&gt; attraction for&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;it rained &lt;br /&gt;had to take a cab&lt;br /&gt;one of those cabucabu where you sit 2 in the front&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;journey is going on smooth....&lt;br /&gt;then.....papa hits me with left shoulder smack on *my twins*&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i decided to be naughty..........&lt;br /&gt;i jammed them into his back&lt;br /&gt;he reached for his money staying as&lt;br /&gt;far away from the twins as he could&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;soon as he was relaxed.........i jammed them into him again&lt;br /&gt;this continued thru the 10min ride&lt;br /&gt;him pulling away.........me jamming them into his back&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;for the life of me i dont know why i did that to &lt;strong&gt;papa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;was it cos i am &lt;strong&gt;horny&lt;/strong&gt; as hell&lt;br /&gt;was it to &lt;strong&gt;punish&lt;/strong&gt; him&lt;br /&gt;or was i just looking for a sexual harrassment lawsuit&amp;^%$#@*&amp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;....*wink*...........&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' 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please!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>17</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-3052607520064547671</id><published>2008-07-09T07:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-09T07:26:11.350-07:00</updated><title type='text'>UNA NO VOTE ABI????????????</title><content type='html'>Hi people............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;una no vote for me abi?&lt;br /&gt;for www.blogvilleidol08.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dey go VILLAGE  for ALL of una&lt;br /&gt;as una know say una no go vote&lt;br /&gt;when i talk say i wan sing&lt;br /&gt;una for tell me say&lt;br /&gt;no sing o..........&lt;br /&gt;we no go vote o.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i come go finish &lt;br /&gt;una do me&lt;br /&gt;ma lo....awa le hin e&lt;br /&gt;na so i look back.........i no see person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i dey vex gannnnnnnnnn........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i no go blog again sef...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos na so i go say i wan turn &lt;br /&gt;chief or mistress of this our obodo&lt;br /&gt;una go do me wayo again&lt;br /&gt;mschewwwwwwww...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but sha&lt;br /&gt;as una no vote for me&lt;br /&gt;continue..........&lt;br /&gt;cos no matter wetin happen&lt;br /&gt;one person must carry bucket sorry cup&lt;br /&gt;at the end of the whole thing&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so.......go dia.....go vote&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but no forgeti dey go villa this sat&lt;br /&gt;FOR ALL OF UNA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-3052607520064547671?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>18</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-3675763899825647652</id><published>2008-07-07T11:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-07T11:34:13.393-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Hey peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>have u all been to www.blogvilleidol08.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;its HILARIOUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I know i promised to do a proper post today&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;couldnt get to it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;maybe tom!!!!!!!!!!\&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAH................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-3675763899825647652?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3675763899825647652/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=3675763899825647652' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3675763899825647652'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3675763899825647652'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/07/hey-peeps.html' title='Hey peeps!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-4947701783913230921</id><published>2008-07-04T10:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T11:00:17.647-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGSVILLE IDOLS 2008</title><content type='html'>DONT IGNORE THE DATE ON ME BLOG HEADER&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I GOT IT RIGHT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WWW.BLOGVILLEIDOL08.BLOGSPOT.COM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LOL..........................&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-4947701783913230921?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/4947701783913230921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=4947701783913230921' title='9 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/4947701783913230921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/4947701783913230921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/07/blogsville-idols-2008.html' title='BLOGSVILLE IDOLS 2008'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>9</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-629758860585089995</id><published>2008-07-04T10:56:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-07-04T10:57:48.471-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGSVILLE IDOLS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>LISTEN ON MON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE FOR IBILUV!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-629758860585089995?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/629758860585089995/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=629758860585089995' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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/&gt;sent in my song&lt;br /&gt;one minute they said&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;mine came up to 22secs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;sent in another version&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;hope its longer&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;anyways&lt;br /&gt;i am just saying&lt;br /&gt;if my song is 22secs long &lt;br /&gt;dont mean u guys shouldnt vote for moi!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;proper post coming up on mon&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;not looking forward to tom(sat)&lt;br /&gt;ignore tha date on me blog header&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;need to change it somehow&lt;br /&gt;have training-work related &lt;br /&gt;and i got the mail 450pm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;how fair is that?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wish u all a *soundtrack* filled weekend!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-228586990335253511?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' 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src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-3272104181446268629</id><published>2008-06-30T23:55:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-30T23:57:20.892-07:00</updated><title type='text'>BLOGSVILLE IDOLS 2008</title><content type='html'>I AM SOOOOOOOO GONNA BE IN IT&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;CHECK OUT www.blogvilleidol08.blogspot.com&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;VOTE FOR MOI&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;MWAH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-3272104181446268629?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/3272104181446268629/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=3272104181446268629' title='14 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3272104181446268629'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/3272104181446268629'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/06/blogsville-idols-2008.html' title='BLOGSVILLE IDOLS 2008'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>14</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-1862745892499988187</id><published>2008-06-29T23:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-29T23:29:21.531-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Feeler?????????Visualiser?or..........</title><content type='html'>some people are &lt;strong&gt;feelers-&lt;/strong&gt;they love to touch/grab/hug&lt;br /&gt;some are &lt;strong&gt;visualisers&lt;/strong&gt;-they love what they see&lt;br /&gt;some are &lt;strong&gt;audio(cant remember&lt;/strong&gt;)-they are in love &lt;br /&gt;and are good with words&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;heard this on *moments with mo* over the weekend&lt;br /&gt;and it got me thinking...........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like to touch and be touched but i'm more comfortable &lt;br /&gt;commiting all kinds of touchry in private&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i like hugs but i'm not prone to giving or taking them freely&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i have also been known to act kinda cold in the midst of people&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so i have discovered i am not a feeler............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i do like to look at good stuff&lt;br /&gt;but i prefer words.....thats the audio stuff i forgot&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;i love sms's,mails..sometymes i dont even say all i wanna with &lt;br /&gt;a fone call sometymes cos i can be a very private person&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you call moi at work...i may cut you short&lt;br /&gt;you call me and i am in company of someone....i may cut you short&lt;br /&gt;but while i dont subscribe to 1230-430am calls(except4special people)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;my best fone conversations are between 10pm and midnight&lt;br /&gt;then i am relaxed......probably on my bed....uninhibited&lt;br /&gt;thats me at my best....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;so the thing is......how do you know which one you are&lt;br /&gt;and which one ur partner/boyfriend/shagger/fuckmate is???&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;cos the key to a good relationship&lt;br /&gt;is understanding which you are and which he/she is&lt;br /&gt;so you balance it out&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;wit my first i remember dropping little notes in shoes,shirt pockets,pants,bags,books and while he would &lt;br /&gt;find them later and say thank you,grin at moi &lt;br /&gt;and grab moi....he never did such for me....&lt;br /&gt;after a while i didnt bother no more......&lt;br /&gt;he asked why...i said cos u didnt appreciate it.....&lt;br /&gt;he said he does but he just isnt good with words.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;which brings me to........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;just cos a person doesnt love you the way you want&lt;br /&gt;doesnt mean they dont love you with all they have&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;cos the only thing that makes life worth living &lt;br /&gt;is a deep and enduring love&lt;/strong&gt;.......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;even if for most of us..........&lt;br /&gt;we can &lt;strong&gt;only&lt;/strong&gt; be sure of God's love&lt;br /&gt;and the love of our family..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;but for those of us &lt;strong&gt;hoping&lt;/strong&gt;......s&lt;br /&gt;he/he's out there...........*wink*&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-1862745892499988187?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/1862745892499988187/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=1862745892499988187' title='13 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/1862745892499988187'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/1862745892499988187'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/06/feelervisualiseror.html' title='Feeler?????????Visualiser?or..........'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>13</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-2050505081326992507</id><published>2008-06-26T12:36:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-26T23:56:32.079-07:00</updated><title type='text'>ADVERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!</title><content type='html'>I see people dropping out of blogsville cos of anons and it just amuses me&lt;br /&gt;....there is bliss in ignorance you know....blogging is a release.....&lt;br /&gt;i dont need some asswipe telling me shit....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;thats why ONLY bloggers are allowed to drop comments here.....&lt;br /&gt;by the way i hate that word verification shit on some blogs....&lt;br /&gt;..........so even though anyone can read what i write....&lt;br /&gt;i only wanna hear the thots of pple i can write back to....&lt;br /&gt;so anons talk all u like...i cant hear you and it &lt;strong&gt;suits&lt;/strong&gt; me............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Blogsville idols 2008 i am soooooo gonna be in it...&lt;br /&gt;someone needs to teach me how to send my songs in.................&lt;br /&gt;details on opeke's blog and pinksatin's blog&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHAGGER WANTED&lt;/strong&gt;!!!!!!!!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A good looking &lt;strong&gt;Shaggee&lt;/strong&gt; is horny-in need of a &lt;strong&gt;Shagger&lt;/strong&gt;....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shagger must be 5'7 or more, dark(she doesn't relish the idea of a pink phallus),goodlooking wit a &lt;strong&gt;reasonably&lt;/strong&gt; sized phallus......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shagger must understand Shaggee's nipples need not be torn off to prove he can suckle-he only needs to deal with them with the aim to give pleasure.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shagger must b nail-less or keep cropped clean nails and hands.Shagger must have perfected the art of cunnilingus-only lips and tongue are allowed on Shaggee's clitoris....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Fingers are off limits to Shaggee's clitoris...job description of Shagger's fingers is to find Shaggee's g-spot..... Please note that &lt;strong&gt;gnashers&lt;/strong&gt; are off limits around Shaggee's genitalia....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shagger must understand that while Shaggee doesn't expect him to be clean shaven,bushes down dia and in the armpit are so last &lt;strong&gt;century&lt;/strong&gt;......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaggee expects to be &lt;strong&gt;had&lt;/strong&gt; in a neat environment....Fresh breath is expected at all times-if in doubt ask Shaggee for tom tom or gum cos she relishes good long kisses......slobbering is not allowed....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shagger must have perfected the art of changing pace and style but when Shaggee stops or halts a sequence-it may be bcos sequence is doing nothing for her,she is bored or in pain-pain is no gain during the do...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Shaggee doesnt mind being had anywhere as long as no pictures or videos of her are taken/made......This is cos her sex life stays seperate from her workplace,acquaintances,family and friends.......Shaggers who kiss and tell are not welcome to apply............&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Interested Shaggers should send in their notice of interest with their needs and preferences.....from the notes sent in,Shaggee will pick a Shagger which may suit her style...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;if you are not called,not to worry there is a waiting list....pls note that Shaggee prefers men that can call her up to say lets do this tonight,this morn/week...she likes to play coy and will not suggest a &lt;strong&gt;rematch&lt;/strong&gt;-it is expected he suggests one and &lt;strong&gt;many others&lt;/strong&gt;.....if Shaggee &lt;strong&gt;refuses&lt;/strong&gt; a rematch-u were not good the first tyme....loose her number..........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that sex is sex....Shaggee is not looking for a boyfriend or a husband(&lt;strong&gt;yet&lt;/strong&gt; or &lt;strong&gt;thru this means&lt;/strong&gt;)....if at some point Shagger becomes confused and starts to develop feelings...please inform Shaggee,she may feel the same....be sure to know that if Shaggee develops those feelings,Shagger will be informed......If it suits them both this contract shall end and a relationship shall begin....the idea of going incommunicado or suddenly becoming busy is childish....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If Shaggee calls/texts/mails Shagger please note she is not suggesting a rematch....Shagger should be able to carry on a lively conversation with Shaggee.....Rematch(es) are the sole responsibility of Shagger....Shaggee doesnt see why a friendship can't be maintained with Shagger.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that in the event a contract is signed now but sometime in the future Shaggee becomes Shagger's sister in-law,friend's wife or some other relationship....Shaggee will acknowledge knowing Shagger-dont act like you dont know Shaggee,but contract cannot be rekindled......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contract will be terminated if a rematch is not organised in three months....Shaggee will still keep in touch platonically....Shagger is not allowed to starve Shaggee for 3months and expect to rekindle dead fires......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Please note that Shaggee doesnt keep multiple sex partners so the idea of not organising rematches is not &lt;strong&gt;fair&lt;/strong&gt;...Also note that unprotected sex is frowned upon but can be had if the Shagger agrees not to sleep with other women and there is proof he doesnt have hepatitis B and or C(lol-they say it feels better without protection????not so???)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Contract is laible to change that suit both parties....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Communication is essential between both parties........&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Whilst this is a joke-some of it is true for the author.....&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/7359948513557398819-2050505081326992507?l=ibiluv.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/feeds/2050505081326992507/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=7359948513557398819&amp;postID=2050505081326992507' title='22 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/2050505081326992507'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/7359948513557398819/posts/default/2050505081326992507'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://ibiluv.blogspot.com/2008/06/advert.html' title='ADVERT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'/><author><name>ibiluv</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06357025487806887917</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>22</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7359948513557398819.post-5530688417655561234</id><published>2008-06-25T04:50:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-06-25T04:54:43.088-07:00</updated><title type='text'>From Tosin Buckor...................</title><content type='html'>A. Attached or Single?&lt;br /&gt;   Single&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;B. Best Friends?&lt;br /&gt;   Meself&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;C. Cake or Pie?&lt;br /&gt;   Cake&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;D. Day of Choice?&lt;br /&gt;   Sunday-its always restful&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E. Essential Item?&lt;br /&gt;   Glasses.........so close to being a bat&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;F. Favorite Color?&lt;br /&gt;   Black!........luv it&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;G. Greatest accomplishment?&lt;br /&gt;   Not sure-hasnt happened yet!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;H. Hometown?&lt;br /&gt;   Abeokuta&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I. Indulgences?&lt;br /&gt;   Icecream &amp; Chocs&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;J. January or July?&lt;br /&gt;   Jan....the whole year ahead of me!!!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;K. Kids?&lt;br /&gt;   Those 3 kids of mine???Still at God's feet!!!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;L. Life is incomplete without?&lt;br /&gt;   Saying thanks to Baba Loke and earth shattering..*cough*.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;M. Marriage date?&lt;br /&gt;   .....and be stuck to only &lt;strong&gt;one&lt;/strong&gt; for the rest of mi days????......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;N. Number of siblings?&lt;br /&gt;   2-both of the opposite sex(but i need to ask me Dad&lt;br /&gt;   there may b some little buggers somewhere)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O. Oranges or apples?&lt;br /&gt;   Apples&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;P. Phobias or fears?&lt;br /&gt;   Little spaces closing up on me....&lt;br /&gt;   my face when i do the witch faces on naija&lt;br /&gt;   home videos......scary..........lol&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Q. Quotes?&lt;br /&gt;   ?????&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;R. Reas
