My visit begins at her door step- i rang the door bell twice to wait for someone to let me in. Finally, a very gigantic, big boned woman open the door with a smile of a million dollar. Her face was chubby and robust, her hair wrapped back in a school girl pony tail style, obviously sri lankan slash warsangeli type of solt, slippery slicky hair. She had an inviting smile with perfect correct white teeth. Her boobs--and i apologize for using this street lingo word-but i thought no other word would do justice to describe her bossom. Her boobs were humongous and droopy, obviously from years of breast feeding jamaican strong suckling babies. She embraced me tightly and i squeeled at beneath her boobs, literally counting the seconds the embrace would end. Finally she let me inside her home, what i saw was a wonder of disproportionate magnitude. The decor of her livingroom spoke of fantastic suuro magnolia of her majeerten origin, walls splashed with various pompous paintings, among them a piece with abdulahi yusuf smoking pipe wearing king henry the 8th sort of a sovergn fur coat. Her sofas were english style with an italian mohagany inspiration, her wall paint was beige with a transluscent creamy eclat. Then, my eyes suddenly rest on a most grotesque sight a humanbeing can be unlucky enough to observe upon. Before me was this.....
Huh talooow should i continue or is this boring?
do you happen to live there or work there or what?
I was just merely pointing out the skirmishes of wit between you and Nabeela
