<?xml version="1.0" encoding="UTF-8" standalone="no"?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:blogger="http://schemas.google.com/blogger/2008" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33323170</id><updated>2025-07-10T04:18:16.888+03:00</updated><category term="Police"/><category term="Miracle"/><category term="Toast"/><category term="car"/><category term="forest"/><category term="fun"/><category term="funny"/><category term="hilarious"/><category term="john"/><category term="johnny"/><category term="laugh"/><category term="laughter"/><category term="memes"/><category term="pictures"/><category term="rabbits"/><category term="videos"/><category term="vines"/><title type="text">Memorable Jokes</title><subtitle type="html">A source of good humor,Jokes, funny pictures, memorable jokes,free cartoons, humor, fun pages, and more!</subtitle><link href="https://vichekesho.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/33323170/posts/default" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml"/><link href="https://vichekesho.blogspot.com/" rel="alternate" type="text/html"/><link href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" rel="hub"/><link href="https://www.blogger.com/feeds/33323170/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" rel="next" type="application/atom+xml"/><author><name>Unknown</name><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image height="16" rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" src="https://img1.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" width="16"/></author><generator uri="http://www.blogger.com" version="7.00">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>926</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-33323170.post-3537003718842999792</id><published>2019-06-07T17:20:00.000+03:00</published><updated>2019-06-07T17:20:24.941+03:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="fun"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="funny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="hilarious"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="john"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="johnny"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laugh"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="laughter"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="memes"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pictures"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Toast"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="videos"/><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="vines"/><title type="text">Best Toast</title><content type="html">&lt;div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on"&gt;
John hoisted his beer mug and said, &lt;br /&gt;
 "Here's to spending the rest of my life, between the legs of my wife!"&lt;br /&gt;
 That won him the top prize at the pub for the best toast of the night!&lt;br /&gt;
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 He told his wife, Mary, "I won the prize for the best toast of the night."&lt;br /&gt;
 She asked "what was your toast?" &lt;br /&gt;
 John said, "Here's to spending the rest of my life, sitting in church beside my wife."&lt;br /&gt;
 "Oh, that is very nice indeed, John!" Mary said.&lt;br /&gt;
 The next day, Mary ran into one of John's drinking buddies at the street corner.&lt;br /&gt;
 The man chuckled leeringly and said, "John won the prize the other night at the pub with a toast about you, Mary."&lt;br /&gt;

 She said, "Yes he told me, and I was a bit surprised myself. You know, 
he's only been in there twice in the last four years. Once he fell 
asleep, and the other time I had to pull him by the ears to make him 
come...!!"&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;An American tourist asked a boat guy in Zanzibar, &amp;nbsp;Do you know Biology, Psychology, Geography, Geology and Criminology?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boat guy said "no l don't know any of these".&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
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The tourist then said "What the hell do you know on the face of this earth, &amp;nbsp;You will die of illiteracy!"&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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The boat guy said nothing, after a while the boat developed a fault and 
started sinking. The boatman then asked the tourist, "Do you&lt;br /&gt;
know Swimology and Escapology from Crocodilogy?".&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The tourist said, "No!"&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The boat guy replied, "Well today you will Drownology and Crocodilogy will eat your Assology. &amp;nbsp;I will not Helpology and you will&lt;/span&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Dieology because of your Badmouthology."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;i&gt;&lt;span style="line-height: 115%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"&gt;Two
young guys appear in court after being arrested for smoking dope.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The judge says, 'You seem like nice young men, and I'd like to give you a
second chance instead of jail time. I want you to go out this weekend and try
to convince others of the evils of drug use. I'll see you back in court
Monday.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
On Monday, the judge asks the first guy, 'How did you do over the weekend?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Well, your honor, I persuaded 17 people to give up drugs forever.'&lt;br /&gt;
'Seventeen people? That's wonderful. How did you do it?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'I used a diagram, your honor. I drew two circles like this: O o. Then I told
them that the big circle is your brain before drugs and the small circle is
your brain after drugs.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'That's admirable,' says the judge. Then he turns to the second guy. 'And how
did you do?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Well, your honor, I persuaded 156 people to give up drugs forever.'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Wow!' says the judge. '156 people! How did you manage to do that?'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Well, I used a similar diagram,' the guy says. 'I drew two circles like this:
o O. Then I pointed to the little circle and said, 'This is your asshole before
prison..................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/i&gt;
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In the States, we only eat what's inside. The crusts we collect in a container, recycle, rebake them ...into croissants and sell them to Kenya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Kenyan: Oh Really?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;American: Do ya eat jam with the bread?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Kenyan: Of course. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;American (chuckling and crackling his gum between his teeth): We don't. In the States we eat fresh fruit for breakfast, put all the peels, seeds and left overs into containers, recycle them into jam and sell it to Kenya.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Kenyan: Do you have sex in America?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;American: Of course we do.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Kenyan: And what do you do with the condoms?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;American: Throw them away of course.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Kenyan: We don't. We pack them into containers, recycle them, melt them down into chewing gum and sell it to America.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script async src="https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Never again try to bust a dr.</title><content type="html">&lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKINYI:&lt;/strong&gt; hello, shiko i think my husband is cheating on me&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKO:&lt;/strong&gt; why do u think so? whats his name and what does he do?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKINYI:&lt;/strong&gt; his name is Ombewa, he is a pharmacist at umoja and i found sweet messages in his phone from a lady called beatrice&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKO:&lt;/strong&gt; ok lets find out if hes really cheating on u *ring ring….ri ng…ring*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;OMBEWA: hallo.. .the digits being displayed on my android 2960 as  incoming are foreign to my records, which assembly of co-joined  alphabetical letters shall i embed to the person seeking my audience via  the cellular?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKO&lt;/strong&gt;: hello mr. ombewa, my name is sharon from the safaricom shinda na milli promotions and i woud lo….&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: pardon my interjection but substitute the  prefix Mr. with “Dr.” b4 uttering my name as this will avoid confusion  with other ombewa’s and appreciate the years i sacrificed in attaining  that status. it is of paramount importance that i percieve this  conversation to be channelled only in my direction.&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKO:&lt;/strong&gt; ok dr. ombewa, im sharon from safaricom  shinda na amilli and im pleased to inform u that u have won a vacation  for two this weekend at mombasa..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: finally safaricom has recognised the  reasoning behind their hug profit margins steming from the bulk calls i  instigate for both local and international. i accord ur gesture with  hospitality. .. SHIKO: ok so i would like the name and details of the  person u will be taking to the trip OMBEWA: where they seek her name,  just scribble the words “Dr. ombewa’s companion”&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKO:&lt;/strong&gt; sorry sir, but we actually need a name&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: Beatrice njeri&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKO&lt;/strong&gt;: ok, thank u sir… i want u to talk to the show  promoter so that she can give u the details for ur trip to coast *shiko  connects akinyi*&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKINYI&lt;/strong&gt;: ombewa wewe…huyooo beatrcice kwisakuwa nani?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: ur promoters vocal cords transmit sound in the replicas of my wifes tone. thats astounding&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;SHIKO: ombewa naitwa shiko, from classic 105..hii ni busted..&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: u alerted me that u r sharon from safaricom,  now shiko from classic 105. subjecting my experience in the field of  pharmacetuals and doctorate to practice i can deduce that u are  suffering from multi-personality dis- order. i can prescribe u some  recomendable medications for ur ailments AKINYI:wewe ombewa kwisa-acha  kutangatanga na maneno, ni mimi bibi yako akinyi ambayo wewe naangalia  wasichana wengine nyuma yake&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: akinyi, nyar-loka.. yawaa u achieved a job at safaricom as the promoter?..with ur education tht is remarkable&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKINYI&lt;/strong&gt;: propaganda hawesi kusaidia sai, ambia mimi beatrcice kwisakuwa nani?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: akinyi yawaaa, beatrice is just patient i  treated and this un-expecte d trip to mombasa was just an avenue to  assist in her recuparation via therapy&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKINYI:&lt;/strong&gt; hawesi danganya mimi kama mtoto, Unataka ata mimi nihanye sasa. si ni cha hivyo. si ni tit for tat&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: yawaaa nyaber do not retaliate in that manner. i detar u to expose that which is matrimonially exclusive to my corneas&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKINYI&lt;/strong&gt;: ata mimi apana taka wewe sasa….en da na hiyo ndogo ndogo yako na hapana rudi kwa nyumba yangu&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: u cannot decree a personna non grata upon me  as regards to my dwelling. i am the one who remunerates the landlord on  a monthly basis&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKO&lt;/strong&gt;: si uambie bibi yako beatrcice ni nani?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: first and foremost shiko this conversation  is recorded on my state of the arts phone. my lawyer will comb the  dialogue and sue u for impersonating a safaricom agent and causing me  emotional discomfort by instigating deception upon my intellect that i  have won trip to mombasa&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKINYI&lt;/strong&gt;: ambia hiyo loya’ yako aanze kutengenezea  wewe karatasi ya divos. mimi akuna mahali napelekana na wewe. wewe naesa  letea mimi hayaki&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;SHIKO&lt;/strong&gt;: ombewa dont u think that u shuld apologise to ur wife&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: cease this dialogue b4 i enforce another  suit against u for diminishing the voltage in my android via this  misplaced conversation&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;AKINYI&lt;/strong&gt;: yaani wewe bado narusa vitisho na wewe kwisasikwa na suruali chini?&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="font-style: italic; font-family: times new roman; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;OMBEWA&lt;/strong&gt;: akinyi depart from my dwelling. you ignite  cerebral discomfort everytime u spark arguments with my intellect.  profits has eluded my pharmacetual business from the fact that i divert  most of the medications to treat the never ending head-aches u inflict  on me. i used to think that u were my missing rib that i finnaly found  only to realise in the end that i ended up with OKIYA OMUTATA’S missing  fibula. please go… go and locate your tibia .&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script async src="https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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Dislike.Utadoo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;coments:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*mwai kibaki&amp;gt;KUBAFU!!!!!!kwanza naaaani alikupa ruhusa uandike kwa woro yagu?siuadike kwa woro ya ICC.MUJINGA&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Lucy kibaki&amp;gt;yaani @kibaki unaongeza friendz kwa fb yetu bira kuniabia,he!niukuona huaini!!Na wewe ocampo,ni kazi umekosa nkt.Kuja ukue scare crow kwa chaba yangu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*kalonzo musyoka&amp;gt;Tihihihi@lucy,haki umenimaliza,tihihihi.......&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Lucy KIBAKI&amp;gt;Whats funny?Unaona shashir hapa?kwanza niabie chenye uliabia ranabaga juu ya kibaki ama nikubrok!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Mwai Kibabi&amp;gt;Nooooo!hapanaaa@lucy,wacha kwanza afanye hiyo mambo ya deferal,harafu dio udiro naye porepore.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*joshua Arap sang&amp;gt;@kibaki waeza nisave doo kiasi? jo ni kubaya man.Huyu ocampo hanitakii mazuri.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;Raila Odinga&amp;gt;Luolest@LUCY umenimada!roor!!!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Mike "Gwan Ting" $onko&amp;gt;mathee(lucy) watajuaje we ndo first lady,,,hebu wachapie bwo bwo! Wagan mzito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Lucy Kibaki&amp;gt;@mbuvi unaniita madhee mimi mama yako?? Mschewww&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Mike "gwan Ting" $onko&amp;gt; tuliza shonde madame,mi nakupiga jeki tu,mbona waniparamba hivo?jipe shughli tsatsa,nkt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*kalonzo Musyoka&amp;gt;tihihihihihi aki $onko unanimada tihihi lol&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Raila Odinga&amp;gt; heheheh am unjoying the unfolding drama,kibaki amesahau bibi ananyeshewa huku *seeps pepsi* Sonko mpe zake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*PLO Lumumba&amp;gt; never under estimate the idiocy under the downfold of stupidy,you will end with a certificate that will doom your resume into a worthless peace of paper,fools #smh#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Mike "Gwan Ting" Sonko&amp;gt; hehe PLO umenimada debroz hebu wachapia hawa washenzi,ata najua Kalucy hakajagitch any,kali hiyo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Bifwoli Wokoli&amp;gt; PLO khandi sasa hiyo ni kisungu ama kicherumani vane?selfless itiot!@ Lucy Omulami pole pole omwana wefwe,wewe ni wetu hawa wasikutisheko khandi,lala vsuri mama #SMH# &amp;lt;-----(ameweka tu the initials hata hajui maana)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Lucy Kibaki&amp;gt;PLO i will sue you to the standard you son of a mbitch,,,,,,,shameless man,by the way enda kura,umekoda sana,nktscare crow&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Francis Atwoli-washenzi,washenzi,washenzi!!PLO unafanya nini huku jobless corner,al block all of you except Bifwoli,Lucy naanza na wewe nkt!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Bifwoli Wokoli&amp;gt;WTF!-&amp;gt;(not knowing the meaning)-atwoli ata leo ntalala vsuri,barikiwe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Mike "Gwan Ting" Sonko&amp;gt; Bifwoli we ni Cartoon Mtinguyez,ulijoin facebook lini fala wangu,kuja inbox nikuchanue haha,haiya tuende inbox(1) nktubukusu!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Raila Odinga*&amp;gt; Lucy stop poking me,kama Sonko amekulemea usiniletee kisrani,am out my beautiful Idda is waiting in bed *ror!*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;-(Idda Odinga and Wokoli bifwoli like this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Jimmy Gathungu Uhuru kenyatta&amp;gt;&amp;gt;Nijeyez ubakoo,,umeskia maujinga za Ekaterina 2kiwa icc..ujinga moja ni kutamka jina Maina Jenga,,eti MAIN AGENDA.. lol, lmfao, enyway ni accent ya walami bt am xua ntatoboa hii noma ya hague~(Eketerina Trendafilova and Moureno Ocampo like this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Lucy Kibaki&amp;gt;nyi edereeni tu,kukiederea hivi naona manyunyu ya Ocampo na mkizidi kutakuwa na mvua ya Trendafilova,may you rot in jair you sons of mbitches,period&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*Kalonzo Musyoka&amp;gt;tihihihihi @lucy hebu washow tihihihi :p(Charity Ngilu likes this)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;*&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 102); font-family: times new roman;"&gt;BIfwOli Wokoli&amp;gt;ohhh my firinjess!!!ofwana imbwa.Msondo! #smh# &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;script async src="https://pagead2.googlesyndication.com/pagead/js/adsbygoogle.js"&gt;&lt;/script&gt;
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It was a normal Saturday afternoon. I was on the second floor balcony of that my house in Karen, not the one in Lavington sip...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : Is that where you broke your arm,the balcony?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oludhe : No! no ... I was sipping that my scotch whisky slowly... you know my son recently came from the UK and he brought me some blue label. Anyway... as I continued sipping, I realised that the sun's rays were not getting directly to me, as the satellite dish was blocking them. Before I could instruct the domestic engineer to automatically turn away the dish, my butler James came up the balcony and informed me that there was this call on my social cellular phone . I reminded him to always bring the cellular up instead of calling me. As I hurried down the marble escalator ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : I guess that is when you...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oludhe : No, as I was going down I noticed the garage door was open and a car alarm was on. I stopped to check and indeed the new model Prado was missing. I knew Mama Akinyi my beautiful second wife had taken it. Akinyi is our second daughter, now in Boston USA and is named after my late grand mother, who passed away in 1972 after a sort illness. I have always warned Mama Akinyi never to use the 4 by 4 on weekends, because of the recent spate of car-jackings. I always advise her to either use the Mercedes 230E or the BMW 325I which are not very attractive for thugs. That reminds me, I will have to tell my secretary to call 'car-track ' first thing on Monday – Yawa! I need to update my mobility inventory with them.So as I was saying....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : (With some laughter) Yes Mr Oluthe, car theft incidences are rising and it is becoming a dangerous place. But how did you break your arm?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oludhe : Yes I was coming to that. On my way to pick the cell tel I heard a hissing sound. I stopped to check where it was coming from. Ahh, it was from the bathroom.. Mama Akinyi, for some reason, had left the Jacuzzi on. Luckily the temp and speed were at the minimum. I usually recommend such speed and temp so that we do not overload the UPS support system , especially when our son's home theatre system is on .&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Doctor : Mr Olu...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Oludhe : Just wait... So I when I picked up the phone, I said Hello, Hello...Hello, but nothing. I became upset because I think the caller from state house had disconnected, I cant understand why he didn't leave a message after the beep.All my un-answered calls including the car mobiles are automatically redirected to a CAMS system. Doc, a CAMS is a 'Central Answering Machine System '. Anyway, on my way back I did not notice the protruding wire from the satellite dish. 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