I slowly opened the door to find the very short but handsome gurey looking fiercely mad. Gurey was a man of erudite exterior, a bit nerdish looking, huge reading glases, exceptionally midget looking with cute adorable short hands. His small cute marehaan mouth foaming with restrained anger and hastiness. His long Somali shiny Sadee forehead blistering with raised blood glands, and sweat slowly but surely accumulating.
"Gurey--what is the matter? " I asked worriedly.
"What is the matter? What is the matter you ask Basra?" Gurey replied with gradual voice of anger.
"Did someone die?" I asked while stepping out a little closer to him, and naturally --he crept backwards to stay as far from me as possible, fearing in case my height of 5'9 may quite look menacing and overriding compared to his unjovial height of 4'10.
"What the fuck is wrong with this attention seeking, cock-sucking Super Whore!!! Apparently there is not a modicum of the human decency left in her. She even finds it hard to adhere to the age old, universally accepted tradition of respecting the dead and fails to restrain her filthy, huuro stained mouth. Hard to believe this reputed sharmuuto is actually a ranking member of the so called MODS in this god forsaken forum. If this does not Speak volumes of this disgusting place, I honestly don't know what does.."
Gurey--gurey---calm down walaal. I was merely expressing my opinions, albeit--Y.E.S..... not very nice, and pleasant, but a valid opinion -- nevertheless."
I spoke while periodically checking my teeth for any lipstick stain using my shiny, glowing red nails as a mirror reflection. I know, classless and tacky yes, but one is not so elegant when so early in the morning, and surprised in such a manner of exposing the true reer miyii within me.
Gurey--proceeded to go into deep, heavy speech of decency and sharmutniimo--which for some odd reason turned me on. At 6'am he all buttoned up, white crispy shirt on, brown jacket on top of it, a bow tie- a man dressed for church but unrealistically--instead standing at my door step screaming with anger. Here was a very minute small man of lion like voice, a hint or tint of Siad bare power blood running through his veins, shouting at the top of is lungs-- adorable petite hands of immense strength and gravitas-- was shouting and practically domineering in front of my door step, beckoning me to suspend all my goodness tint or highness hint, that is normally--- my true nature. I was silently, and attentively invoking, that sassy, dirty xalimo who suddenly been engulfed with a dwarf, a dapper suit, yelling and pacing like a brown napoleon.
"Gurey--I beg your pardon. I do apologize if I expressed opinions that were odious to your sensibility but can you stop shouting out loud? There are venue for such vocal, some what melodic noises you know." I said with a hint to Gurey to take this grievances somewhere else, like her esteemed bedroom.
"What"? Say what?" Nayaa are you proposing to let me in your filthy super who.re bedroom>? Are YOU???????
Basra looks left and right, for any neighborly nosiness, and practically signals her head by shaking in silent agreement!
" Sharmuuto aa tahay waaaas!
Gurey began to shout. You are an imbecile, oxymoron mistress, you are a capital, diabolical, unbelievably.......and suddenly I interrupted this rant in my head, ALL--I could see was, his mouth move, but hear nothing , everything else was blocked out. My fast breathing suddenly became louder, and louder, as I slowly began to undress the decent Pc-sheikh slash Somali nationalist in my mind, with his small hands practically being waved in my eye pupils, ready to poke my eyes out.(at the very same time envisioning or imagine, will his gu.s really be of that poking small size or would I be surprised?) I began to day dream of sonnets and flying feet--albeit one long legs on high red heels, and the other ape like strong, stout midget legs that had the stamina to kill a horse with one good kick if only he wasn't wearing a cheap Arabian pointy sandals. Gurey continued to shout--with words totally deaf in my ears, but occasionally, I could hear Sharmuuto escaping my day dreaming deafness as it was said with such ferocity of gravitas as to invoke heart palpitations. It was at this moment of palpitations when I suddenly foorso- down to his height n level of his mouth, and gave Gurey a big wet French kiss for least 17 seconds and slowly but abruptly let go his lower jaws in which I used to force the kiss. It took Gurey a few more seconds to recover, wipe off the love saliva barricading on the outskirts of his upper lip, then wipe off his entire small, aboriginis slash marehaan small looking mouth, and suddenly Gurey aka barbararossa ....spoke---
"Qaaaq Tuuuuf! How dare you! Qaaaq tuuuf! "
why did you delete my post?
