You died in my scrotum because my neighbor’s sons came to kill me.
My neighbor’s sons came to kill me because in 2008, I killed their father;
because I was cheering Watu Wetu and he was were cheering Watu Wao.
Category: Something Borrowed
Thank You For Your E-mails!
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What was the world like without e-mail forwards? I think e-mails forwards can be termed as one of the first forms of ‘social media’. With just a click of button you could share info with dozens of random people who…