Oyinbo laya sha o. In spite of the Silence signs scattered liberally across the library this one is valiantly assaulting our senses with battle blasts from his anal trumpet. Repeatedly. As if the smell were not nauseating enough. Shey we wouldnt even have known who the culprit was if he had the decency to keep it quiet. Simple technique of raising one butt-cheek and allowing the sulphuric gas unimpeded exit via the sphincter. Or just walk outside. No, afi Kpraa! Kpraa! kpraa! with no change of expression, like its the normalest thing to do in civilised company. My sins must be catching up with me. Dear Jesus....
Posted on: Sat, 25 Oct 2014 09:32:56 +0000
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