Ladies and Gentlemen, I sit here this hour of uncertainty, depressed and contemplating about a part of me that was killed yesterday, murder on broad daylight with witnesses left and right. I come from practically a beardless family, Facially hair challenged line of men, But something almost magical happen two summers ago, the gene pool took a drift on me and I showed signs of sprouting a few possible strains of hair on my chin, which naturally earned me bragging rights but it also caused havoc and jealousy amongst the male family members, even calling an urgent family meeting which concluded that I refrain from brushing/combing/rubbing my goatee in the presence of the beardless xaajis. As months went by, the strains of hair were accompanied by more and I watched as the gang grew right in front of my eyes into a well off population. It was my source of pride, my sign of manhood, which caused both envy and admiration.
But something tragically happened yesterday, I went to get a haircut and this sonama bytch barber, who was clearly ignorant of my genes without my permission and knowledge and most likely a SECULAR, shaved my beard OFF, I nearly had a heart attack, followed by kidney failure and loud gasps from the people that was with me, after the shock, I almost killed the barber with a shovel but was subdued by a sympathetic crowd and I cried like a bytch all the way home (in total disbelief of course) and I have been home ever since, I cant go outside anymore, I look like a shaved bird.
This is not a feel sorry for me thread, This is a tacsi thread for my murdered timo, so please make duca!
Samirr & Eman allah ka si yo walal 
