I'm sick and tried of one thing

[Aegon]

They are our womens, they belong to us you understand little cuck ?

You are the type of guy who knock at her sister room and tell her that Mamadou is waiting for her outside.

 

[Abdisamad]

They are our womens, they belong to us you understand little cuck ?

You are the type of guy who knock at her sister room and tell her that Mamadou is waiting for her outside.

I bet both your mom and sister are getting bended by mamadou while your trying to gate keep xalimos that don't even know you exist online.. What a low-life

 

[Aegon]

I bet both your mom and sister are getting bended by mamadou while your trying to gate keep xalimos that don't even know you exist online.. What a low-life

Imagine who has a low life, the guy that u are talking to in a forum u little shithead

 

[Abdisamad]

Imagine who has a low life, the guy that u are talking to in a forum u little shithead

How does it help you in anyway or form, to run to sspot to report each time you see a video clip of some random xalimo getting married or baashaling with an ajnabi? Is this your way of letting out some steam?

 

[Scipio Africanus]

They are our womens, they belong to us you understand little cuck ?

You are the type of guy who knock at her sister room and tell her that Mamadou is waiting for her outside.

I hope your daughter gets with a Congolese dude.

Donkeys like yourself need to touch grass & stop stressing over girls that don't even know you exist.

 

[𐒋𐒖𐒆𐒔𐒖𐒕𐒈]

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Let me try to convince you otherwise, but first allow me to paint you a picture: In one dreary eve, at a dingy tavern, in the seedy parts of Soho (say, West End of London), there is a horde of blood-thrust young men, of the degenerate sort, out on the prowl, in a sullen state with a hard liquor at hand, a spliff about, a wad in their filthy paws to be tossed for attention, and a tap on a roll. Malodorous to the high heaven with aqua hardly touching their backs for many a day in soiled overalls in a stark stare as if to snarl. Now, there gyrating on a pole scantly in a flimsy piece hardly covering her privates, shivering, in fear, with her confidence eroding by the second, with the tips of her toes twitching, as if bedeviled, about to dance to the pleasures of the horde, is one of your ladies: a cousin, a daughter, a neighbour, or even a friend of the family (Allah forbid).

You are no where to be found, for you are out on a bender, worse yet chewing, with the lads, stewing in a poorly lit dungeon off quarters, or busy with your nose on the grind to provide for you and yours.

I walk in, and am greeted by what resembles a pack of wolves hovering over her delicate corpse poised to ravish her. Would you not want me to make an attempt for her rescue? Or would you rather I join in for a slice of that tender flesh to wash down the eve. Besides the initial brush-off, and bravado, indulge me for a moment, and deep down in your heart of hearts, what would you rather I have done? Bearing in mind, she is a good lass from a good family, who had fallen on hard times, or fallen in with the wrong crowd.

 

[Nin123]

This is @Abdisamad on women den his favourite place to post

 

[Abdisamad]

Mo

Let me try to convince you otherwise, but first allow me to paint you a picture: In one dreary eve, at a dingy tavern, in the seedy parts of Soho (say, West End of London), there is a horde of blood-thrust young men, of the degenerate sort, out on the prowl, in a sullen state with a hard liquor at hand, a spliff about, a wad in their filthy paws to be tossed for attention, and a tap on a roll. Malodorous to the high heaven with aqua hardly touching their backs for many a day in soiled overalls in a stark stare as if to snarl. Now, there gyrating on a pole scantly in a flimsy piece hardly covering her privates, shivering, in fear, with her confidence eroding by the second, with the tips of her toes twitching, as if bedeviled, about to dance to the pleasures of the horde, is one of your ladies: a cousin, a daughter, a neighbour, or even a friend of the family (Allah forbid).

You are no where to be found, for you are out on a bender, worse yet chewing, with the lads, stewing in a poorly lit dungeon off quarters, or busy with your nose on the grind to provide for you and yours.

I walk in, and am greeted by what resembles a pack of wolves hovering over her delicate corpse poised to ravish her. Would you not want me to make an attempt for her rescue? Or would you rather I join in for a slice of that tender flesh to wash down the eve. Besides the initial brush-off, and bravado, indulge me for a moment, and deep down in your heart of hearts, what would you rather I have done? Bearing in mind, she is a good lass from a good family, who had fallen on hard times, or fallen in with the wrong crowd.

Lool.. That was a long read to make a point sxb.. Of course I would protect my female family members, never stated otherwise and if I came a cross any female getting attacked I would help her out the best I can.. What's the point your trying to make any way?

 

[Abdisamad]

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I go there for shukansi purpose sxb

 

[𐒋𐒖𐒆𐒔𐒖𐒕𐒈]

Mo

Lool.. That was a long read to make a point sxb.. Of course I would protect my female family members, never stated otherwise and if I came a cross any female getting attacked I would help her out the best I can.. What's the point your trying to make any way?

Well, I had to set the stage, had not I? Let me re-ask:
Would you not want me to make an attempt for her rescue? Or would you rather I join in for a slice of that tender flesh to wash down the eve. Bearing in mind, she is a good lass from a good family, who had fallen on hard times, or fallen in with the wrong crowd.

 

[Abdisamad]

Well, I had to set the stage, had not I? Let me re-ask:
Would you not want me to make an attempt for her rescue? Or would you rather I join in for a slice of that tender flesh to wash down the eve. Bearing in mind, she is a good lass from a good family, who had fallen on hard times, or fallen in with the wrong crowd.

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[Waa dhamatay]

Let me try to convince you otherwise, but first allow me to paint you a picture: In one dreary eve, at a dingy tavern, in the seedy parts of Soho (say, West End of London), there is a horde of blood-thrust young men, of the degenerate sort, out on the prowl, in a sullen state with a hard liquor at hand, a spliff about, a wad in their filthy paws to be tossed for attention, and a tap on a roll. Malodorous to the high heaven with aqua hardly touching their backs for many a day in soiled overalls in a stark stare as if to snarl. Now, there gyrating on a pole scantly in a flimsy piece hardly covering her privates, shivering, in fear, with her confidence eroding by the second, with the tips of her toes twitching, as if bedeviled, about to dance to the pleasures of the horde, is one of your ladies: a cousin, a daughter, a neighbour, or even a friend of the family (Allah forbid).

You are no where to be found, for you are out on a bender, worse yet chewing, with the lads, stewing in a poorly lit dungeon off quarters, or busy with your nose on the grind to provide for you and yours.

I walk in, and am greeted by what resembles a pack of wolves hovering over her delicate corpse poised to ravish her. Would you not want me to make an attempt for her rescue? Or would you rather I join in for a slice of that tender flesh to wash down the eve. Besides the initial brush-off, and bravado, indulge me for a moment, and deep down in your heart of hearts, what would you rather I have done? Bearing in mind, she is a good lass from a good family, who had fallen on hard times, or fallen in with the wrong crowd.

I don’t even take care of my own life why would I care about anybody else’s lol

 

[𐒋𐒖𐒆𐒔𐒖𐒕𐒈]

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'Cos the Xalimo in question might be one of your sisters, or daughters, or cousins, or a friends of your family. In other words, in your absence, or when you are incapacitated, would you not want someone else to look out for the women in your family?

 

[𐒋𐒖𐒆𐒔𐒖𐒕𐒈]

I don’t even take care of my own life why would I care about anybody else’s lol

I, I, I, I, have no [ ... ]

 

[Waa dhamatay]

I, I, I, I, have no [ ... ]

When even verbose gangster guy has nothing to post that’s how you know it’s over.

 

[Abdisamad]

'Cos the Xalimo in question might be one of your sisters, or daughters, or cousins, or a friends of your family. In other words, in your absence, or when you are incapacitated, would you not want someone else to look out for the women in your family?

I'm talking about unrelated Xalimos who we share nothing but ethnicity.

 

[𐒋𐒖𐒆𐒔𐒖𐒕𐒈]

I'm taking about unrelated Xalimos who we share nothing but ethnicity.

blimey, you are intentionally dodging the question, are not you? I am not related to the blighted Xalimo on the pole, but she is related to your. I arrive on the scene. Would you want me to help her? Or join in?

 

[𐒋𐒖𐒆𐒔𐒖𐒕𐒈]

When even verbose gangster guy has nothing to post that’s how you know it’s over.

For the hopeless, hapless, hatless you are, I am headed to the heath.

 

[Abdisamad]

blimey, you are intentionally dodging the question, are not you? I am not related to the blighted Xalimo on the pole, but she is related to your. I arrive on the scene. Would you want me to help her? Or join in?

But how did we go from me not giving a shit about a xalimo willingly and intentionally going for an ajnabi to your scenario of one of my female relatives getting raped, that's a bit extreme to prove a point wouldn't you agree?

 

[𐒋𐒖𐒆𐒔𐒖𐒕𐒈]

But how did we go from me not giving a shit about a xalimo willingly and intentionally going for an ajnabi to your scenario of one of my female relatives getting raped, that's a bit extreme to prove a point wouldn't you agree?

Oh mate, your predilection for effecting corporal punishment in thought is unmatched. In the scenaria offered, the Xalima you do not care about, at grave risk, possibly in need of help, is related to you, but you will not even consider a stranger, I in this instance, rescuing her. Oh I was trying to bring you to where I am, but did a poor job of explaining it, and perhaps should halt there.

Oddly enough, it worked rather well in-person, when I had a conversation of similar nature with a young man of the same opinion. Your resistance to budge is an aberration of a remarkable dimension. Moving along.