Mad Villain says:
guy
Mad Villain says:
where dem pos tu?
Mad Villain says:
u*?
and then i says:
kat-fuckin-sina
Mad Villain says:
rofl
and then i says:
its not funny man
and then i says:
they get electricity for that side?
Mad Villain says:
i resemble globe trotter?
Mad Villain says:
man take am like that
Mad Villain says:
katsina should be ok
and then i says:
i no get choice
Mad Villain says:
tayo should know more
and then i says:
true
Mad Villain says:
shey he's close to there
and then i says:
at least i go dey see the guy
and then i says:
thats if i stay past orientation
Mad Villain says:
well who knows
Mad Villain says:
u fit jam your wife there
and then i says:
lol
and then i says:
for shaaria zone
and then i says:
i dont think so
Mad Villain says:
man u never know
Mad Villain says:
u fit becom sharia faithful sef
and then i says:
lmao
and then i says:
i doubt that
and then i says:
ure the first person to say its not so bad
and then i says:
everybody just dey look me like say i get obituary for head
Mad Villain says:
well e don tey for me
Mad Villain says:
maybe i need come back house
and then i says:
even ppl them post to kaduna dey laff me
Mad Villain says:
lol
and then i says:
it cant be that bad, abi?
and then i says:
i dont even want to blog about it
Mad Villain says:
u'll adapt
Mad Villain says:
u'll find peeps like u there
Mad Villain says:
just try and enjoy camp first sha
Mad Villain says:
though i doubt u'll be getting the babes at camp
and then i says:
lol
Mad Villain says:
babes always runs their shit
Mad Villain says:
and it always clicks for them
and then i says:
true dat
Mad Villain says:
katsina is way off their list
Mad Villain says:
so i forsee a fucked up camp for u
I'm too lazy to blog about getting posted to Katsina for youth service so i put up this MSN convo instead. (insert witty remarks here) (here) (and here) (yawn). Peace out. if i'm motivated i'll post something up before the 5th of september (departure day). if not its peace out. keep my blog warm. Don't do anything (too) interesting with your lifes. Don't miss me too much (no sarcasm there, for real). You know the addy, u know the number. Peace out (again).
This hot girl in my class got posted there too. ha, ha.
Thursday, August 31, 2006
Thursday, August 17, 2006
...Or Love And The MySpace Generation
GYM CLASS HEROES: New Friend Request
I should be working right now but i decided to share this and hopefully ya'll can digest this while i write my thesis on the above topic (that isn't the work i'm supposed to be doing) which you'll probably never get to read cause i probably won't finish it. Back to work.
I should be working right now but i decided to share this and hopefully ya'll can digest this while i write my thesis on the above topic (that isn't the work i'm supposed to be doing) which you'll probably never get to read cause i probably won't finish it. Back to work.
Wednesday, August 16, 2006
The invisible blog - of course if there was a title it'd no longer be invisible and if i don't figure out the whole RSS feed thing it'd be up the nigerianbloggers.com.
I've got 37 mins 13 seconds to write all the invisible stuff i want to... but to be honest i'd rather be doing something else but i'm stuck here now in a cybercafe because i won't be able to use the internet at home for a week.
Truth is i have no invisible stuff to write. And its rainining and i'm stuck here and my funny box is on strike. Quit looking for the joke. I'm doing a Dave Chapelle S.A move. And at the same time i have nothing serious to write about. Boredom.
"I just need time to walk it off"
"Write on!"
I should moan about PHCN destroying my life (or slowing it down at least). But I won't cause I'll get even more bored. Or I could write about the 'Gym Class Heroes' but thats personal shit. Yawn. Why write when i can read? I'm off to your blog. Boredom.
I've got 37 mins 13 seconds to write all the invisible stuff i want to... but to be honest i'd rather be doing something else but i'm stuck here now in a cybercafe because i won't be able to use the internet at home for a week.
Truth is i have no invisible stuff to write. And its rainining and i'm stuck here and my funny box is on strike. Quit looking for the joke. I'm doing a Dave Chapelle S.A move. And at the same time i have nothing serious to write about. Boredom.
"I just need time to walk it off"
"Write on!"
I should moan about PHCN destroying my life (or slowing it down at least). But I won't cause I'll get even more bored. Or I could write about the 'Gym Class Heroes' but thats personal shit. Yawn. Why write when i can read? I'm off to your blog. Boredom.
Saturday, August 05, 2006
I've got a midget in my pocket
Jessica (Rosario alba) dawson hybrid chic: Is that a midget in your pocket or are you just happy to see me?
too me to blog: I would be happy to see you if u really did exist and were not just a hypothetical prop set up to breathe life into this uninspiring blog i find myself writing tonight.
Jdhc: What???
tmbt: I didnt expect her to quote Kerouac or anything but a little wit wouldnt hurt
God: This is your creation not mine. Don't turn to me everytime you [Beep] up ur fantasies...
De Other Guy: It isnt his actually hes ripping delots voice convo thingy. Alas, that delot, hes one of mine...
God: I'm talking about her not this...this...
Jdhc: What???
tmtb: its a midget.
[Note to self: Never bring him here again - Ed.]
Now to the blog :
I got my first midget today. While the rest of u would wonder if i have acquired myself a slave (a little person sex slave - knowing how filthy your minds are) or a hard on (thus ending speculation about my involvement in the 2 minute man conspiracy) those of you involved in more journalistic pursuits would know what i'm talking about. A midget is that little tape recorder thingy that journalist shove into peoples faces and women in soap operas usually have lying in their hand bags when lazy screenwriters are in desperate need of a plot twist ("But you said you loved me Antonio...*sob* *sniff*... I've got it all on tape"). Its like the word 'unionized', a chemist (like I am sometimes) would read it as 'un-ionized' while a lay man or woman (like you are because this is my blog) would read 'union-ized'. If you didnt know this, don't be hard on yourself it doesnt mean youre stupid (you have all those pictures of clothes you thought were cool 10 years ago to do that) it just means i'm not.
(Where was I?)
On monday I'll be conducting my first ever interview, taking my first (2nd or 3rd actually) step into the murky waters of music journalism. Here before you sits...types...is...was...whatever the next Nick Hornby (Lester bangs at least) or at least someone who once interviewed a DJ and decided he'd rather do something else with his life next monday. I don't know anything about interviewing folk but i'm guessing the trick is to make the interviewee say interesting stuff... I have the whole of 2mrw/2day to think of how to bait Jimmy Jatt claim he was once a prisoner of war in Vietnam living on a slice of bread and 10 sticks of cigarette for most of the last decade... thats a bit too much... well, i could make him say he writes volumes of 'haiku' in his spare time if he mentions 'fufu'.
(Instead of writing some clever stuff and sticking a link in it i would like to take this timeout to plug the website giving me the opportunity to do this and a lot of other good stuff coming soon. soundsofnigeria.com - thats the future there.)
Back to the midget. I've decided to name it mini-me. if any 'little person' reads this and thinks i'm poking fun at the vertically challenged... I'ld like them to know that a lot of my best friends are midgets. Hit me! (Insert James Brown Hit here!).
In other news:
I was almost a victim of the 'one chance' scam this week. If you don't know what that means... I wish i could trade places with you. I'm mad tired and i need to go crash so i cant tell that story today. but at least u know i'm in one piece as i type this so u can guess how it ended.
In other other news:
The rains been "$%^#@*&$ $%^& - i know i shouldnt speak about mother nature that way.
Stuff I've said into my midget today:
"Cough...Cancer sticks and karma flavoured water..."
"...A bouquet of cigarette butts in a bottle top ashtray... oh! I like that...Is ash-tray one word or two?... cough "
Thats cutting-edge journalism for you there.
jdhc: Whats a midget?
too me to blog: I would be happy to see you if u really did exist and were not just a hypothetical prop set up to breathe life into this uninspiring blog i find myself writing tonight.
Jdhc: What???
tmbt: I didnt expect her to quote Kerouac or anything but a little wit wouldnt hurt
God: This is your creation not mine. Don't turn to me everytime you [Beep] up ur fantasies...
De Other Guy: It isnt his actually hes ripping delots voice convo thingy. Alas, that delot, hes one of mine...
God: I'm talking about her not this...this...
Jdhc: What???
tmtb: its a midget.
[Note to self: Never bring him here again - Ed.]
Now to the blog :
I got my first midget today. While the rest of u would wonder if i have acquired myself a slave (a little person sex slave - knowing how filthy your minds are) or a hard on (thus ending speculation about my involvement in the 2 minute man conspiracy) those of you involved in more journalistic pursuits would know what i'm talking about. A midget is that little tape recorder thingy that journalist shove into peoples faces and women in soap operas usually have lying in their hand bags when lazy screenwriters are in desperate need of a plot twist ("But you said you loved me Antonio...*sob* *sniff*... I've got it all on tape"). Its like the word 'unionized', a chemist (like I am sometimes) would read it as 'un-ionized' while a lay man or woman (like you are because this is my blog) would read 'union-ized'. If you didnt know this, don't be hard on yourself it doesnt mean youre stupid (you have all those pictures of clothes you thought were cool 10 years ago to do that) it just means i'm not.
(Where was I?)
On monday I'll be conducting my first ever interview, taking my first (2nd or 3rd actually) step into the murky waters of music journalism. Here before you sits...types...is...was...whatever the next Nick Hornby (Lester bangs at least) or at least someone who once interviewed a DJ and decided he'd rather do something else with his life next monday. I don't know anything about interviewing folk but i'm guessing the trick is to make the interviewee say interesting stuff... I have the whole of 2mrw/2day to think of how to bait Jimmy Jatt claim he was once a prisoner of war in Vietnam living on a slice of bread and 10 sticks of cigarette for most of the last decade... thats a bit too much... well, i could make him say he writes volumes of 'haiku' in his spare time if he mentions 'fufu'.
(Instead of writing some clever stuff and sticking a link in it i would like to take this timeout to plug the website giving me the opportunity to do this and a lot of other good stuff coming soon. soundsofnigeria.com - thats the future there.)
Back to the midget. I've decided to name it mini-me. if any 'little person' reads this and thinks i'm poking fun at the vertically challenged... I'ld like them to know that a lot of my best friends are midgets. Hit me! (Insert James Brown Hit here!).
In other news:
I was almost a victim of the 'one chance' scam this week. If you don't know what that means... I wish i could trade places with you. I'm mad tired and i need to go crash so i cant tell that story today. but at least u know i'm in one piece as i type this so u can guess how it ended.
In other other news:
The rains been "$%^#@*&$ $%^& - i know i shouldnt speak about mother nature that way.
Stuff I've said into my midget today:
"Cough...Cancer sticks and karma flavoured water..."
"...A bouquet of cigarette butts in a bottle top ashtray... oh! I like that...Is ash-tray one word or two?... cough "
Thats cutting-edge journalism for you there.
jdhc: Whats a midget?
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