This was the hilarious (well for me!) aftermath of one of my groomsmen’s Osogbo experience during my wedding. Have a laugh 🙂
Hey there Nostalgians.
The following events took place on Sunday, 7th April, 2013 between the hours of 7 and 11am. The following events are not fiction.
It’s been a glorious weekend. My homie, Bayo got married to his college sweetheart, Tope yesterday morning… (´⌣`ʃƪ). I went to sleep and woke up with the glaring reminder in mind that I’m not getting any younger and need to start thinking more seriously about settling down with a bride of my own and creating a few cute little toxics. No pressure, of course, but still…
[02.15h to take-off]
As my mind keeps churning these thoughts around my head, I settle my backside gingerly unto the plastic seat of the ceramic receptacle and release the stress that has built up in my innermost man over the night. This happens without incident which is good considering that very suspicious twinge of a taste in…
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