Category: Something Borrowed

You Died in my Scrotum

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.

Thank You For Your E-mails!

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…