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March 29, 2011

My Impending Wedding … And The Meeting Before It

I was at Funmie's house on Saturday to give her the pleasure of perming my hair. It had been almost six months since I last permed my hair. Now my hair is so thin and short, I can't stop touching it. I feel like I can count all its strands. The last time I washed my hair, it was so tangled that while I combed it, I could literally feel the hair pulling off the follicles on my scalp. Never again will I put myself through that. But I digress. While I was at Funmie's house, Ireti decided to make a Read More

March 24, 2011

The Six Inch Penis: Revisited!

So, there I was minding my business. You know I'm always minding my business. A Facebook friend sent me a message via Facebook (totology?) and she directed me to an article that related to my six inch penis post. By the way, she warned me not to mention her name, so henceforth, we shall refer to her as my Facebook Penis Friend. I'm sure she'd like that a lot better. Read More

March 21, 2011

I Don’t Feel Like It

There are so many things I could be blogging about right now. I could do the underwear post. I've been meaning to put that one up - more like type it up in the first place. I could do my first fortune cookie fortune post. You know those little fortunes you get inside the fortune cookies? Well, I love them. They're the reason I insist on getting my fortune cookie whenever I order Chinese food. The lady knows me for that. I could do another Lyrics & Vera post. I could do a write-up of some Read More

March 15, 2011

At Least Six Inches Long

If you had asked me some years ago what I wanted in a man, I would have said, "Tall, Christian, God-fearing, educated, older than me, good job, people person ... and a six-inch long penis." There was only one thing wrong with my desire for a six-inch long penis: I had never seen one. Read More

March 9, 2011

Ghana Must Not Go …?

So I was at the dollar store looking for Ghana-Must-Go bags. You know them now! I went through the store once and didn't find the bags, but I was sure they had them. I went up to the cashier to ask for directions to the Ghana-Must-Go aisle, and that was when kasala busted. It was only then I realized that after one decade in America, I had never called the Ghana-Must-Go bag anything other than Ghana-Must-Go. Facing this Asian woman, I knew better than to ask for the Ghana-Must-Go bag. How would Read More

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