This question needs an answer from our "resident Sheikh." Wonder why he hasn't replied though!

Originally posted by Brown: WARYAAA or should i say WADHYEEE!! I even had somaliland boxer as my avator and here Y O U is[are] not even mentioned. War dee happy May 18 Nooh err Dee... Ps,Barwaaqo ISNT a L A N D E R,NO? Is qor billaa liis. :rolleyes: :rolleyes:

^ Dad dhan irsaqooda inuu yahay inay, waxaad af Somali ku qortid tarjuman, ma ogid miya? Xoogsade, you'r very welcome.

I'll tell you what I can offer you..** looks in her pockets** Uhh, here, I can offer a half used kleenex, wipe your tears son. Just my trois cents.

Bigger, bigger font please. I can't see it! :rolleyes: Eye nevor reely notised dat bee4. Mabe i shold tri a litel horder neks tyme.

Shame that childhood ends really so young. Sounds like doll manufactures will be out of business soon. Xoogsade, don't be surprsised to see a seven year old hitting puberty. It's all these growth hormones they are putting in the livestock now a days. I think it also depends on build. I doubt if a girl in Somalia who's already malnutritioned, slim and tall, hence develop late compare to girls in wadamadan could actually reach puberty at 9 or 10 and have a baby at 11! Mideeda kale, she could be qoosaarad waynaatay claiming to be 11 (maybe the smuggler told her so.) Allahu yaclam.

^LOL. Mahad doesn't smoke, or chew qaad. The main destoyers of the hunky punky abilities!

Originally posted by Farah Blue: I usually fart in bed and than open and close the sheet to spread the smell throughout the room. ^L000L, I call those the wind beneath my sheets. I swear they'r eye tearing woofer, or silent but deadly. Man, I better take the 5th on this fart talk, and keep it zipped for my own good. Valetinah: Etiquette rule #1: Whenever possible, blame the person next to you!

War Qub Qac wuxu meeshan isla xan xanaajin jiray, irleen waxaa looga dhaganaa Saudi Arabia! Guur kheyr qabo walaalkiis. Gabdho iyo Caano. Ameen.

This is the private diary of a Viagra (read: Habad Sooda) housewife... Day 1 Just celebrated our 10th wedding anniversary with not much to celebrate. When it came time to re-enact our wedding night, he locked himself in the bathroom and cried. Day 2 Today, he says he has a big secret to tell me. He's impotent, he says, and he wants me to be the first to know. Why doesn't he tell me something I don't know! I mean, he actually thinks I haven't noticed. Day 3 This marriage is in trouble. A woman has needs. Yesterday, I saw a picture of Brad Pit and burst into tears. Day 4 A miracle has happened! There's a new drug on the market that will fix his 'problem'. It's called Viagra. I told him that if he takes Viagra, things will be just like they were on our wedding night. I think this will work. I replaced his Prozac with the Viagra, hoping to lift something other than his mood. Day 5 What absolute bliss!! Day 6 Isn't life wonderful but it's difficult to write while he's doing that. Day 7 This Viagra thing has gone to his head. No pun intended! Yesterday, at Burger King, the manager asked me if I'd like a Whopper. He thought they were talking about him. But, have to admit it's very nice - I don't think I've ever been so happy. Day 8 I think he took too many over the weekend. Yesterday, instead of mowing the lawn, he was using his new friend as a weed wacker. I'm also getting a bit sore down there. Day 9 No time to write. He might catch me. Day 10 Okay, I admit it. I'm hiding. I mean, a girl can only take so much. And to make matters worse, he's washing the Viagra down with neat whisky! What am I going to do? I feel tacky all over.... Day 11 I'm basically being screwed to death. It's like living with a Black and Decker drill. I woke up this morning hot-glued to the bed. Even my armpits hurt. He's a complete pig. Day 12 I wish he was gay. I've stopped wearing make-up, cleaning my teeth or even washing but he still keeps coming after me! Even yawning has become dangerous... Day 13 Every time I shut my eyes, there's a sneak attack! It's like going to bed with a scud missile. I can hardly walk and if he tries that "Oops, sorry" thing again, I'll kill the **stard. Day 14 I've done everything to turn him off. Nothing is working. I even started dressing like a nun but this just seems to make him more horny. Help me! Day 15 I think I'll have to kill him. I'm starting to stick to everything I sit on. The cat and dog won't go near him and our friends don't come over any more. Last night I told him to go and screw himself and he did. Day 16 The **stard has started to complain about headaches. I hope the bloody thing explodes. I did suggest he might try stopping the Viagra and going back on Prozac. Day 17 Switched the pills but it doesn't seem to have made any difference...Christ! Here he comes again! Day 18 He's back on Prozac. The lazy sod just sits there in front of the TV all day with that remote control in his hand and expects me to do everything for him. What absolute bliss!

Wow, that's creepy, Kreepy! I'm not an Art fag, but an admirer of Art. (Picasso is my fav.) I'd like to have an artist paint Will Smith on my bedroom wall, I'll supply whatever it is you need, paint etc; even air fare. Watcha think Creepy? Drop ideas of what you can do, yea? I'm also in need of some actual structured lessons, on my own part to focus on what I'm shooting. I love shooting in black and white. And 3/4th of the time they turn out missing half of the image. Ama il is missing or af baa maqan. Anyways, please do tell where/what art gallery your work can be seen?

Okay, I am totally embarassed by this whole fart topic. I couldn't read the whole thing without turning completely red in the face. Gabadhu maxaa qaaday? Yes, I'm talking to you, waxba geesaha ha eeg eegin, dhuuso gaboowday adigaa ah. :rolleyes: :rolleyes: That was just a warm up , good to have you back. Dhuusadu waa iska caadi, mama used to tell me it's not healthy to hold one back. If ya gotta go, ya gotta go. Let'er rip. And if you think it's a really big one you may want to step aside a bit. Haday kaa fakato inta sii socotana you just look at the person next to you with indignation.

Thanks for the morning laugh, that is Priceless. Reminds me off L.Bobbit, when she chopped off her husband's penis, and threw it out the car window.

Those who chase girls around in the forum, and crap I kinda find them attention whorish. They're like chihuahuas to be precise, you need to kick them away. Or else they wrap their leashes around your legs, and jerk you off your feet. Weligaana way kaa daba lalman. Beware of the SOL chihuahuas Abbaayo-yaal.

This guy is walking through ChinaTown. He is fascinated with all the Chinese Restaurants, the Chinese shops, the Chinese signs and banners on the buildings. He is having the best time just walking and looking. He turns a corner and sees a building with a sign, "Hans Olaffsen's Laundry"."Hans Olaffsen?", he thinks. "How in the world does that fit in here?" So, he walks into the shop and sees an old Chinese gentleman sitting in the corner. The visitor asks, "How in the world did this place get a name like Hans Olaffsen's Laundry?" The old man answers, "Is name of owner." The visitor asks, "Well, who in the heck is the owner?" "I am he," answers the old man." "You? How in the heck did you ever get a name like Hans Olaffsen?" The old man replies, "Many years ago when I come to this country, I was standing in line at Documentation Center. Man in front of me was big blonde Swede. Lady look at him and go 'What your name?' He say 'Hans Olaffsen. 'She look at me and she say...'What your name?' I say Sam Ting."

Right, something is different, this is still up here! Very unusual of the mods.

Men! What a bunch of cry babies! Waxan soccer jacayl maaha, waa waali. You couch potato fans just make me laugh.

I know the province has no PST and have heard it's a lot easier to find a job. Rent and cost of living is cheaper too. But I doubt if it's really as great as everyone says. Car accident is the #1 killer of Somalis, not to mention trucks running over drivers. Wa lagu baba'ay meeshaasi.

^ "Maya Maahi" is what I always say. Istupidh q. deserves a st.upid ans. Why speak to people in af Somali if you'r not sure what they're. Duh! Or the islaamo in the grocery store: You Soomaaali? Haa eedo. You no look Soomaali! Umm Ok :confused:

^ Hehe. Life just gets too serious on here sometimes. Maandhoo is deji. I'm proud to be a Somali: My fingers are the utensils of choice.

Death is part of living, its all around us. One day you're here then gone. Guess, we don't have much choice, when the big man calls our number.

Aren't we all passing strangers?

^ Heh! But, should they be offering buffet prices if they can't afford to let the customer fill their plates, multiple times if desired? Thank God that was not me . Sometimes my eyes get bigger than my stomach, and I try something I've never tried before, oonba la cuni karin, and woof like a bullet, I'm in line again fixing another plate.. There's an Indian buffet near work, that I love to go (awesome food!) laakini maxay kuugu taal habar baa meesha dhex taagan indhaha kugu fiiqayso. Faqiirsanaa!

DO YOU REALLY BELIEVE THEY ARE EQUAL TO YOU? WOULD YOU GIVE YOUR DOUGHTER TO A MIDGAN PERSON? ITS OBVIOUSE PEOPLE WILL SAY OF COURSE THEY ARE EQUAL TO US WHAT A SILLY QUESTION. BUT DEEP DOWN WE KNOW SOMALIS ARE A RECIST NATION TO THE CORE. Damned if we do, damned if we don't waaye waxaagu! You already labeled us, why bother ask then? Discrimination is not acceptable in any form, but honestly, I don't even think this is an issue anymore. Somalis are changing slowly. There is however, still ignorance out there. And I believe it's only discrimination if they allow it to be, whinning is not going to fix it. If those you mentioned have the confidence in themselves, and believe that they can reach any goal out there, no matter what Maryooleey thinks of them, then they are set for life. I wouldn't think twice about talking to them. And as for my children I don't care who they marry, as long as he/she as a man/woman can bring the necessary needs to the table to be a husband/father/wife/mother to my daughter/son and/or child/ren. I do however discriminate against those who are intolerant, ignorant and harmful, everyone else is cool as he|| until they simply are no longer.

^ I'm with the program alright! *Grabs the hairbrush, sings and dances to: You know my hips don't lie, come se lama, bonita, mi casa, su casa whaa..whaa! L000L.