"all of a sudden the elderly Somalian gentleman spased out as the treadmill stops to a halt, he began to experience flashbacks about the soviet planes in the ogden region back in the late 70s...…………… he shouted the word WARIYARAN WARIYAHAN he then done a little cartwheel and was mumbling as if he was talking on a walky talky radio"
Jeans are a blessing. My grandmother wants to go to the gym and try out the treadmill. I’ll be over the moon if I can get her to go without wearing an abaya and a jilbab. My nightmare is her tripping over her long abaya.
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