First things first.
To set the record, news of my death have been greatly exaggerated.
And no, I haven’t received any BJ from The Fish lately - am not that guy.
Which reminds me, back in the day when Lucy was Lucy and not Kilucy, Kibaki used to drink himself silly at Muthaiga and fail to go home. He was a VP with state security and not a few tucungwas. In the morning a mad Lucy would go round government offices asking “Nimunyoneire ngui iria yakwa?” Translation: “Have you seen my dog?”
So, in the same vein let me ask, has any of you seen my Fish? I need a Fish BJ…
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Yesterday I entered this bar called Little Temple in downtown Nairobi. I was meeting a dingy waitress with a humongous ass clandestinely. Couldn’t take her to my usual haunts.
What I saw there traumatised me for life. THE BAR IS A FERKING GAY CLUB, and yesterday it seems it was for men. So there I am sitting with my gal and all around are these shameless bastards with their disgusting PDAs. One was about my age - kedo 60-something, and he couldn’t stop smacking boys on their bottoms.
My gal was so shocked, and I was so outraged and traumatised…one guy I saw there had a tisho that said he works in web developmemt, whatever that is. Don’t know why I thought that he was an “honorary faggot”
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Going through contributions here, am struck by the number of New Villagers who post shiet. Actually there are no new villagers - it’s just that little shiet Manki trying to create more traffic, in-between masterbating to ape porn.
Be advised.
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Kidinyi, what happened to all the Kamba hoes at MG? I passed by there and they have all been replaced by Saps -hungry-eyed, stenchy Chirus. Not that I partake, but the optical nutrition works better than Viagra. But I still can’t figure out how a man can simamisha with a hoe who’s already serviced 20 people THAT DAY…
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Finally, a dedication to a gal I loved and lost. Mspoilt, you are always in my heart. Nothing beats that BJ in traffic on Uhuru Highway, as the stupid cop stood there in the rain, the grindlock giving us time, our breath misting the windows for some privacy.
Wherever you are, my dick remembers you.
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