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Hexakosioihexekontahexaphobia (Fear of No. 666)


(read one wo/man, if you will allow me :( )

As the date 06/06/06 is here – I am somewhat amused by the whole reference to it.

Most people view that number as evil – I am not one of those

Now, let this be the place where you all learnt this first – and/or stayed away/with this blog for good.

Why? You ask!

My favourite number is 6 (and trust me I am pretty lucky, you wouldn’t even begin to imagine – but that is a life for another blog)

* First 6 – or rather 666 – My First name, Middle (given) name, and Surname are all six letters long – the only one in the family, including parents and nephews/nieces.

* Second 6: I am the 6th born (out of 8 ) in my family

* Third 6: I was born on a Saturday – the sixth day of the week (yes, don’t do that Sunday is the first day routine on me, I’m on a roll)

Remember, God rested on the seventh day

I could go on – but I hope I have convinced you

I don’t care for fears of numbers – number 13? What, what?

Friday the 13th? Who cares?

Anyway, I am not the devil’s spawn – and I am not evil, not as far as I know

So judge for yourself and laugh at me or as I would you

Oh and one more thing, Devious over there is my e-twin (and that E is not for Evil.., but then again… )

And now for the clincher – at 0600hrs, my eyes opened – LOL anyone who knows me knows that I have a hard time waking up, takes me till about 0730 to convince my brain that work calls – but today, Noo, I was lying in bed wide awake, laughing at something I remembered – Devious, you wouldnt be amused

And for those shaking their heads going: Oh but its all a concidence! I will ask you this – What the heck has the number 666 got to do with anything?

Need I say more?

Today: The luckiest day of my life – or rather, just another normal day at the office :D

Passion, Phew

Let’s talk about… SEX


(Full gutter mode, come on, engage brain, lie in the gutter with me :))

Following Acolyte’s post on the Kenyan press getting back into the sex tales biz, I thought I would write something similar, but different. You know, about Sex AND Women :) . Moreso the attitute towards sex by women, for women.

I have had it up to here *lifts arms way up* with society and sex, and moreso the depiction that sex is a ‘man’s’ prerogative and the woman is subjugative (had to rhyme, give me a minute here), she is there to give, give, give. I read today in the paper that the government here (UK) is going to start a £500,000 campaign to inform men that they should be absolutely sure of consent before they have sex with a woman. Oh and rapists are going to have their sentences lowered by 15% (A ‘WTF? moment right there)

That is not what riled me – it is the notion that sex is for man to receive and woman to give.

We of African origins (mostly) know that women were and still are circumcised to numb the sexual desire and enjoyment? Why? So that they may not have sex before marriage, stray or enjoy sex.

What utter load of crap is that?

Women are taught to be careful of how they dress, how much they drink, how they talk to men, where they venture after specific hours, which men they let into their homes or go home with etc so that they are not raped. We are told that it is our responsibility to ensure that we don’t get raped, sexually assaulted etc. Who does this? The little green alien from space, the fox that you saw digging in your bin in the back garden, the squirrel in the tree?

Don’t be stupid!

(I am aware that men are also raped, both by other men and sometimes by women, but that is not what we are talking about, so don’t rush to comment on it)

As an African woman, we are taught that being sexually assertive is not ‘ladylike’ and should wait for the man to make the first move, should not have sex (if at all, until we die) before marriage, and should be married to that one man, and even if he dies before you consummate the marriage, you should never, ever, envisage having sex with anyone else.

Once again I say, bollocks (pardon the pun)

We all know that the more women a man has slept with, the more of a stud he is, and the reverse is scoffed at. No man wants to marry a woman who may have, at some stage in her 20+years of existence entertained another man near her – and worse still had sex with one. Which self-respecting man wants to be married to a woman who has slept with someone else before him?

(Chorus: Bollocks)

We are conditioned to view sex as something bad, something immoral only to be experienced after marriage – and during marriage as a duty. A chore. Something that has to be done not because you enjoy it, but because it is the duty of a woman to fulfil her man’s desire. We are told the Bible said, so it is. We are taught about sex in school, but we aren’t supposed to experience it, just know about it. Like studying chemistry in school where you learn how to mix chemicals that blow up, but you aren’t allowed to join Al Qaida and blow your damn self up with that knowledge – well, unless you first convert, that is.


While we are still singing from the same hymnbook, why don’t I ask a few questions to my esteemed congregation?

Is there a different ‘Bible’ that men learn from while they learn about sex?

I am aware that the sexual cycle of both men and women is different – it has something to do with hormones, someone said – but I think they were talking to the person sitting next to me so I didn’t take notes.

I am increasingly and incessantly tired of advertisements that are supposed to target all demographics but are packaged either with sexual connotation, or outright sexual images (sometimes actual naked women) – who are these targeted for? Women? Tell me how a mobile phone held by a completely naked woman is targeting me? What in the world would I see in a blonde blue eyed naked woman? Would she convince me to buy the phone? What has her nakedness got to do with the marketability and usability of the phone? Would I tell my child that ‘Hey Ted, look at this phone (since you cannot even tell they are advertising the phone coz its small, held in the hands of said woman who fills the advertising space), this is what dad will get you for your birthday” – I am sure he would turn around and ask me: ‘What phone?’ maybe thinking the blonde is what he will get?

What were we talking about again?

Now I remember: The idea that sex is a man’s domain, and the woman is just the tool (I prefer receptacle, but that is a bit too much for me on a Monday) for said act.

Are we supposed to think that men are this walking talking bundle of sex hormones that do not think, do, or want anything else but sex? (Don’t answer that Whispering Inn).

As women, are we quite happy to be still viewed as sex objects, to sit around preening all sexily waiting to be picked out of a line-up – like some mannequin, turned into a receptacle (ok it is the evening, indulge me)?

As men, are you that shallow? Are you happy for the rest of the world (women, mainly) – especially represented by your own kind, to think of you as so shallow. That you think with your unmentionables and cannot relate to anything that isn’t packaged in a sexual way. Are you happy for the society to view you as such dangerous, lethal weapons that can control the world, but cannot control your animal urges? Is the sexual urge in the male so strong that all reason flies out of the window, and your flies?

Do not even get me started on porn (yes, I said porn) – if you know of a porn movie that concentrates on the woman and her enjoyment, please please, send that to me (I promise to watch it with a diplomatic, critical eye and give you feedback :D ) – its all about the man, or men – the woman is just there to… er… aid in the journey until they get here ( :D I am trying, I swear I am) ;)

I am completely baffled by all those excuses for infidelity that men give (yes, I am aware that women cheat too) ranging from:

She doesn’t satisfy me in bed:

Something tells me more often than not, your partner doesn’t get her orgasm and then turn around and start snoring, leaving you high and dry (seriously, it is Monday evening, allow me to snigger at this one) – if you aren’t satisfied, there is a very high chance that she didn’t even realise that the act had actually commenced. Having an orgasm for a woman is not a man’s priority, I’m sure.

She wouldn’t do to me the things that I would like done:

I read this in the Nation yesterday – that ‘I respect my wife and wouldn’t want her to do what the prostitutes do to/with me’ – Dude, you may respect your wife enough to go to prostitutes, but do you respect yourself? Seriously, what a child!
I doubt very much most ‘old-school’ men have ever turned around ‘once’ and asked their wives/girlfriends what they (women) would want sexually. Of course, I forgot; sex isn’t a woman’s domain, what the hell was I thinking?

She is always tired:

(Allow me to e-slap you)

Why is she always tired?
Could it be that she recently endured child-birth, or is about to?
Could it be because she spends all day running around after your kids, after you, making sure your lives are running smoothly, and the only time she has to herself is when that head hits the pillow, and before that wee one starts bawling in the middle of the night?
Could it be that she also has a fulltime job?
Could it be that you don’t even know what the ‘powerfoam’ in Omo is for?
Could it be that you think sex begins (and possibly ends before it began) at 1030pm in bed?

She has let herself go:

(Give me the other cheek)

(Read the above paragraph again)
Could it also be that she might not have time to enjoy the benefits of the company gym coz she is running home to make you dinner?
Might it be because she has low self-esteem because the last time you even noticed she existed was when you couldn’t find your other blue sock? The one you left in the prostitute’s bed (if you bothered to take them off in the first place)?
Might your physically and mentally abusing her and putting her down have caused the low self-esteem?
Have you actually looked at yourself lately? You may be having a sympathetic pregnancy, but you are slow coz the baby was born six months ago – hers, not yours!

Sex with her is not adventurous:

(Read the first few paragraphs of this post)

We all learn as we go along – and knowing what you want is one thing, keeping it to yourself is a completely mute idea. Unless you like the sort of stuff that would classify you as a sexual pervert, anything within reason can be learnt and experienced together. And though I am aware that some people are prudish in some respects (or even all), it takes two to tango. Marrying that virgin doesn’t seem like a very good idea now, does it?

She is not sexually experienced:

(Read previous paragraph)
You are not going to get any marks for citing that as a reason. Seriously did they not teach you about cakes – you know, how once you have eaten it you can’t still have it – unless you are bulimic and we don’t want to go into the mess that is? Well, you of the school of thought that a woman with a modicum of sexual experience is a ‘whore’ is the same one whining when you cant get that ‘thing’ the other woman does with your wife. She was a good girl, you said. A church girl. She didn’t sleep around so I thought she would make a good wife. Well, unless you were advertising for a ‘slave’ to your every whim, then sex is part of marriage, the last time I looked – and like all other things, can be learnt, on the job experience and all that. But, as with the ‘on the job’ bit,… oh forget it – if you haven’t figured out my point then I give up.

I need variety: (that age old, I cannot live on (insert basic food group here) alone:

Now that is a very selfish statement if I ever heard one. What about the woman? What makes you think that you are that good, that you need more than she is offering – and from different women at that? And what makes you sure that she is so satisfied with your game that she will never need any other lover?

Did I hear you that you are bored with the same thing over and over? Well, so is she. So is she! Probably so bored that she lies there knitting while you get your rocks off. Oh, why did you think she asks you halfway through what time it is, or whether you locked the doors? It is because she is bored stiff! With your act. This is where communication comes in, not infidelity. Spice up your sexual game, step up and be a man (whatever that means) and don’t cop out like all the other guys in your ‘boys network’ have done.

Men have a higher sex drive than women:

Now, this is a grey area for me – I am a woman, cannot speak for the other team! But, let me ask the all-important question – and don’t answer it either! When you of a higher sex drive have sex, do you have it with women or men? Would that be the same women that have a lower sex drive? Did you have to force yourself on them because they weren’t up to it because their libido was low? And don’t you dare get all high and mighty by saying something like: But if the missus isn’t up to it, I can get it from a different woman who is. That is a cop-out if I ever heard one.

noit amore

What am I prattling on about?

I am not advocating for women to start sleeping around willy nilly (snigger away, why don’t you?) with every Tom, Dick (oh shut up) and Harry, but I am saying that those old societal expectations should be tied to a stone and thrown into a very deep hole (slap yourself upside the head if you are laughing at this). Your grandmother is your grandmother for a reason – leave it that way. Ignore the line of code in your head that says that enjoying sex is not ‘womanly’ or ladylike or something – and go out there and procreate (ok, don’t throw stones at me, the Bible has that line somewhere, stone Moses or somebody, or Joe). Sex is a beautiful thing that should be done over and over again, as many times as possible, and the more you do it , the better it becomes and the more you learn. Sex is one of those God given rights, no one, and I mean no one, including your grandmother or your Mother or your husband, should tell you that you are not being a ‘lady’ for enjoying it, if you can get it that is (the writer of this blog isn’t getting any, hence the aggro).

As women, we should have control of our bodies, and moreso our sexual health and enjoyment. Leaving that to a man, who doesn’t own the body and in most cases just wants to enjoy it, is juvenile in the least, especially if you are not enjoying your body with him. Using words like sexually shy shows you aren’t old enough or mature enough to enjoy sex. And no, I am not advocating going along with your man’s suggestions which you find degrading or demeaning or downright unacceptable just to prove you are sexually liberated. Just do what feels right to you, set your own boundaries, and don’t be bullied to doing stuff to ‘please’ or ‘keep’ your man. If he views you on how you sexually perform ‘for him’ then you are no better than a prostitute, both of you.

And that stuff about faking an orgasm – give me a break. Why would you want to do that? Oh I know, to please a man and reassure him that he did a good job, he is a stud, and the sex was good. If he didn’t do a good job, what makes you think it’s your responsibility to give excuses for him by faking it? If it wasn’t that good, it wasn’t that good. End of. Sex can be good with or without an orgasm – its how you do it that counts, if the means justifies the end, good, if not, well, try again later, or tomorrow, or not – just don’t fake it. I suppose the faking is more effort than the orgasm. I wouldn’t know, I don’t do it. If I didn’t come I didn’t come – the world is still revolving, and I can finish the job myself if it is that important that I get an orgasm every time I have sex, which it isn’t, unless I am DIY’ing, which is always good, so good that I have never failed to get lift-off. Can you imagine faking an orgasm while alone? That would be so funny, worthy of an Oscar – because guess what, who would you be fooling? You! You are fooling yourself to prove that you are that good?

Now that is funny!

Sex is a contact sport, and you woman, are in no way, shape or form, THE BALL (wrong analogy but by now you are aware of my wayward brain)

Fact, Phew

Brain vs. Brawn


A certain body (which shall remain unnamed) decided that after months of procrastination and myriad excuses that it needed to take itself back to the gym and actually get back in shape. Now, said body has finished the first week of training (ok, 3 visits this week as of Thursday) and on day two, while every possible geographical location was hurting, an argument (sorry, heated exchange) ensued between the body and the brain.

Went something like this:

Brain: See, now that wasn’t too bad, was it?
Body: To what do you refer?
Br: Getting back to the gym, silly?
Bd: But I hurt like mad, what are you talking about?
Br: No pain no gain and all that!
Bd: (Petulant) whose job was it to provide the motivation?
Br: Well, you should have taken care of that, whose ass was getting bent out of shape?
Bd: You calling me fat?
Br: Well, I wouldn’t be one to speak my mind (pun intended), but if you hurt that much, then it means you aren’t as fit as you thought you were!
Bd: Come on – every time I decided today is the day, you would find an excuse to not go.
Br: Well, I can tell you whatever, but you don’t always listen to me, so why was this any different?
Bd: You see, you were so convincing on this one – and in any case I thought that you might be all healthy since they say healthy body, healthy mind – and you didn’t see the need for any improvement there.
Br: So you are apportioning blame here?
Bd: (A little angrily) – Mine is to do, yours is to think. Well, think of a different strategy coz this one ain’t working!
Br: All I am trying to point out is that you are the one who had the big(ger), wobbly(ier) ass!
Bd: There is no need to be nasty, I am a representative of you – so show some respect.
Br: See how your skin glows, how you feel good – instead of being a couch potato you should have been doing this.
Bd: (Shouting) and who do you think you are? I follow your commands – I do what you want. I can’t possibly be walking around following my own commands – I would be a walking disaster.
Br: (Mutters – you are a disaster anyway!) Ha, and what do you call that big pumping muscle under your ribcage that has a voice (and brain) of its own eh? You go around saying, “… follow my heart”
Bd: Well, sometimes I need a second opinion!
Br: So what was the ‘heart’s’ opinion on this issue then?
Bd: (Defensively) it didn’t have the heart!
Br: (Giggles sarcastically) – you don’t mean…? Naah you cant possibly be implying… he he
Bd: What?
Br: The heart didn’t have the heart to tell you that I was right, right?
Bd: Rub it in, will you? It still won’t exonerate you from the blame. I mean, motivation is your forte. I am just the dummy that follows instructions from both ‘a you. And see how most of them have got me into trouble?
Br: No need raking in past experiences, let’s stick to the current issue, shall we?
Bd: Guilt taking over, is it?
Br: Whatever. We are both feeling good about this decision so shall we just cut it and just enjoy it?
Bd: Talk about being happy giving it, but not taking it!
Br: Will you just let it go!
Bd: One last thing though, why didn’t we go to the gym yesterday?
Br: I remember you walking like long john silver, complaining like the wimp that you are that you hurt too much.
Bd: But I did hurt too much! I have a pain threshold of –2, and you know what they say: It’s all in the mind
Br: See. Now, I had to give you time to rest up before you go back in again today – is that a reasonable excuse for you?
Bd: You just accused me of being lazy, fat, and untrusting, and now you are saying my failure was based on your being reasonable about my well being? Isn’t that why we are going to the gym in the first place, not staying out of it?
Br: Now listen here you, that is why I am mandated to think, and you to act – leave the thinking and reasoning to me coz you will never understand these things.

Bd: (Muttering) I am a stooge, I am a puppet, a slave, and a bum.



Br: (Laughing hysterically) And what a bum!
Bd: I could slap you, you know – stop with the insults.
Br: That was a compliment, you ass
Bd: What, you call me an ass and then call me an ass?
Br: This is what I am saying, you have limited mental faculties, you don’t even understand the basics.
Bd: I thought thinking and understanding was left to you, so who isn’t doing their job, eh?
Br: Shut up! Put a sack over it, can it, bag it. Do One :D
Bd:Hey, language! You can talk ( :D )You can’t tell me to shut up, it’s my job to speak for you – and my fundamental right to have an opinion and free speech.
Br: Ever heard of the case of opening your mouth before engaging the brain?
Bd: You are fired! (Rather angrily) I can survive just fine without you! No opinion, no thought, I will just walk around with my foot permanently stuck in my mouth.
Br: What else is new? Just get on with it, you need to do the split, dud!

Bd: (Gets into position, and while doing the split, deflates loudly)

(They both giggle hysterically, looking around to see if any other bodies have noticed this)

Br: Nasty! What happened to self-control?
Bd: Brain should warn body, you should know that?
Br: Ouch, now you blame me again? Who was inflated; you or me? When do you ever take responsibility?
Bd: Taking responsibility involves having the sense of right and wrong, guilt, maturity – that all comes with having a brain?
Need I say more?

Br: I am just a small part of you, and you place all of your choices, decisions, responsibility on me? What do you get to do again?
Bd: Seeing as you use practically all my energy, I suppose I feed you, so you can feed me – goes both ways.
Br: I seem to be taking the lion’s share of everything; blame, responsibility?
Bd: Hmm, for such a tiny brain, you do get around, dont you?
Bd: Oi! (Stretches an imaginary muscle, ready to punch Bd one) :D

(They both fall about giggling at the ridiculousness of it, and finally the altercation is forgotten)

Passion, Phew


I am feeling generous – first because all you lot are a bit ‘miffed’ that I spent my birthday weekend in gay Paris, and second, coz it’s the love season and seeing as for most of us the whole valentine vibe is lost on us (or because we didn’t have anyone special to spend it with so we just slag it off – lol.)

So what to do?

Us women are known to cry ‘there are no good men around’ every time we hit a dry patch. And trust me I have been there. But, I also know a sackful of single guys out there that are ‘really good men’ who cant really find a ‘good woman’ to hook up with – or are just cruising around taking their time.

And seeing as I am being generous, I decided to give you girls a heads-up on them – do the hard work and let you walk in there preening yourselves and see if you get lucky..

I will restrict this one to the KBW guys that I ‘know’ – seeing as that can either be disputed or accepted – and any other guys would be just my opinion which cannot be collaborated.. Oh and its only the guys that I ‘know’ to be single.

Dudes, please correct me if I am wrong on this one.

So let the pimping begin…

In no particular order:

Mental Acrobatics:

Age: 27

Residence: Manchester, England – (although known to hang around strange Arabic airports for a couple of days in transit). Available in Kenya a couple of times a year.

Supports Football Club
: Liverpool FC (will likely not come to a date with you if they are playing, but if you happen to be a supporter, he is quite happy to explain the ‘offside rule’)

Other Interests: Rugby, comedy, jazz, geekery, ‘dropping it like it’s hot’, insomnia

Why would you want to date him?

He is the sweetest guy you will ever meet. Generous, kind, funny, fun to be with. Will call you when he says he will (not in the ‘waiting 3 days to call’ brigade), will check on you once in a while to see if you are ok. Intelligent, helpful, a bit on the geeky side (kiss). Likes comedy and jazz, movies and cooking. Will get you pirate copies of 24 season 5 if you are nice. Romantic and values women and their opinion. Quite handy when you want to do those ‘hour long’ phone calls. A great friend.

Nicholas Gichu

Age: 27

Residence: Nairobi (and Nyeri on Mondays) Kenya

Supports Football Club: More movie than footie (dangerously averse to any sort of sport, watching or participating)

Other Interests: TV Watching,… tv, music, pranks and gathering sleeze on other people.

Why would you want to date him?

Apart from being the Brad Pitt (who?) of KBW, he is also a pretty sweet guy. To catch his interest you have to buy a couple of crates of Fanta orange, have lots of interest in movies, not be afraid to go to the dentists and generally be ready to gossip. I also reckon this pretty boy is a mummy’s boy – so do us all ladies a favour and yank him out of there – otherwise we will never hear of Nick juniors this side of the century. He might insist that your dates are to movies and Tea Rooms, but you will never run out of conversation.


Age: Between 28-30

Residence: Somewhere in SA (regularly seen in Kenya)

Football Club: Arsenal

Other Interests: (you mean apart from mentioning his unmentionables?) Playing pool – (more like playing with words about pool players), writing pretty funny accounts ( :D no offence doo!) of everyday things.

Why would you want to date him?

Recently single, you might help him forget his woes (more like woi woi woi’s) and put a smile back on that face. Also, he is a pretty cool dude too, a royal friend and an intelligent guy. I (by vote) seem to have a huge crush on the man, so you should expect some stiff competition for his affections (and other things that I won’t mention). Killer sense of humour and a loonie to boot. Love him


Age: Between 28-30

Residence: Maryland (or thereabouts) USA

Supports Football Club: Everton (who?)

Other Interests: Music, more music, clubbing, cooking and basketball (more like basket case, Loonie)

Why would you want to date him?

He is a pretty sweet guy, very romantic and no one would complain about being encompassed in that bear chest – pretty much the teddy bear of KBW. While he is cooing down the phone at you, you are likely to be serenaded with cool African beats, and get loads of music for free. I have a soft spot for this cool dude so don’t you go taking him far away from me.


Age: Between 28-30

Residence: Virginia – USA

Supports Football Club
: Don’t know (probably none)

Interests: Driving, high speeds, checking out women ( :D I am dead), hanging out with a certain little man :)

Why would you want to date him?

I don’t know, seriously.. ;)
He is a pretty cool dude too – hardworking, good conversation, looks good too. A killer sense of humour and a down to earth (more like stuck knee-high in manure, (did I mention that I am dead?) personality. Definitely knows how to have a good time and will make you feel like a princess (trying to back-track, I know).

Acolyte: (What, you don’t believe me?)

Age: Between 26-28

Residence: Somewhere in the forest of rural Georgia, USA

Supports Football Club: Liverpool FC

Other Interests: Going to the gym to buff up, hanging out campus cafés, reading going clubbing and instigating.

Why would you want to date him?

There will never be a shortage of conversation, he might be slagging off one person or other, but it sure will be interesting. Quite intelligent and has a sweet side which he does his best to hide, but he is only fooling hisself in that respect coz I got you pegged Acolyte. Quite liberal too, so you wont be classed in a specific box with him, but you might just have to compete with his daily blogging and numerous martial arts skills.

I am an equal opportunities pimp, and so I also have, last but by no means least, something for the boys too (girls, you have to stay away from him, he is mine, all mine)


Age: Ageless (no, I dont mean as in fossil, more like remains the young man he is for the rest of his life)

Residence: Somewhere in a University town (I think) the good old US of A

Supports Football Club: (Ha, what?) All, just to watch out for the buff young men in there :D

Other Interests: (more like interested): Poetry, writing, romantic walks holding hands

Why would you want to date him?

I actually put this one in for me, I don’t want anyone else to have him – but if you must, then he is the absolutely gorgeous, poetic, literal man of KBW. A love stream that will keep on seeping and seeping that juice down you till you have had your fill, and still go on (shame on you all, don’t even give me that innocent look, like you don’t know). This man is absolutely gorgeous, absolutely intelligent, absolutely funny, deep, very deep (yes, yes!) – if you find me one of these in the straight category, I propose you DHL him to me with no questions asked.

There are other good men out there that I am not sure aren’t taken, but will list them here for future reference – you know, in case their status change, then you can grab one and head for the hills..

Akiey: the gem of KBW – one of the sweetest, coolest, most sincere person if I ever met one.

Adrian: very cool, genuinely nice guy. The more I know about him, the more I like him.

Whispering Inn: Weeeeell, hmm, I would be a tad wary of this one, but he is a cool customer.

That will be all for today ladies and gentlemen, I have to go sigh into my keyboard and ask why they all seem like a million miles away. The pimp session is still open, so feel free to submit your profile.

Now, what to do eh?

Ladies (and gentlemen), grab one name, find the dude, state your case (and vitals, mind) and generally go for it.

Do not say I never did anything for you!

I pimp, in every A.rear.code :D

Note of the day: Kanye West stated that GW doesnt like black people. But, in his performance in the Brits (watched it tonight) the only Black people were his two back-up singers… I am sure there are black violin players, black models/dancers etc. Kettle, Black? (pun intended)

Note 2: RIP Lynden David Hall