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Jaclyn Marie🌺 @JaclynButler

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@hoangde521978 good morning

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📷MY GIRLFRIEND📷📷.. Her First Menstruations while with📷 me. I remember when my girlfriend's period came unexpectedly📷, on the first day she visited me at my📷place. She did wake up in the morning and noticed she was in her period, she was so 📷embarrassed, so Ashamed. She couldn't get 📷📷out of bed. Not knowing how to tell 📷me or react because our relationship was only a few weeks old. Finally she asked me to show her where she can wash the sheets. She got📷 emotional and📷📷 cried. Seeing her cry like that, I felt like I was stabbed with 📷a knife on my chest, so painful indeed. I held her📷 hand looked at her, kissed 📷📷her on her forehead, I told her that it's not her 📷fault That day I was supposed to go to work had a presentation she but seeing that my woman isn't feeling 📷📷well, I took a day off just to make sure she's okay. My conscious couldn't let me go to work knowing she is 📷not okay. I took the sheets washed them. Ran a bath for her and went to the nearest shop to get her pads, gave📷 her my sweatpants and vest to get comfortable in.. Made📷 her a Chinese herbal tea, Rubbed her tummy, cooked for📷📷 her and we ate Snacks 📷📷and chilled all day.. Made it a priority that being in periods isn't Something you Wish for. And we as men we don't have to be disgusted by them, when we say we love you we don't have to just say it, but prove it in actions as well. Gents, Going to the periods for ladies is by nature not a choice, we have to understand that, let's love them Unconditionally.. LADIES do you support me 📷??

JaclynButler's tweet photo. 📷MY GIRLFRIEND📷📷..
Her First Menstruations while with📷 me.
I remember when my girlfriend's period came unexpectedly📷, on the first day she visited me at my📷place. She did wake up in the morning and noticed she was in her period, she was so 📷embarrassed, so Ashamed.
She couldn't get 📷📷out of bed. Not knowing how to tell 📷me or react because our relationship was only a few weeks old.
Finally she asked me to show her where she can wash the sheets.
She got📷 emotional and📷📷 cried. Seeing her cry like that, I felt like I was stabbed with 📷a knife on my chest, so painful indeed.
I held her📷 hand looked at her, kissed 📷📷her on her forehead, I told her that it's not her 📷fault
That day I was supposed to go to work had a presentation she but seeing that my woman isn't feeling 📷📷well, I took a day off just to make sure she's okay.
My conscious couldn't let me go to work knowing she is 📷not okay.
I took the sheets washed them. Ran a bath for her and went to the nearest shop to get her pads, gave📷 her my sweatpants and vest to get comfortable in..
Made📷 her a Chinese herbal tea, Rubbed her tummy, cooked for📷📷 her and we ate Snacks 📷📷and chilled all day..
Made it a priority that being in periods isn't Something you Wish for. And we as men we don't have to be disgusted by them, when we say we love you we don't have to just say it, but prove it in actions as well.
Gents, Going to the periods for ladies is by nature not a choice, we have to understand that, let's love them Unconditionally..
LADIES do you support me 📷??

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@Brent_One have a good day

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Jaclyn Marie🌺 @JaclynButler

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I pushed my friend, Ola, down from the balcony. It wasn't a mistake; it was intentionally done by me. We were playing with my ball, and he was winning. His wins made me angry, so when the ball he mistakenly threw hit my stomach hard, I got vexed and retaliated by dashing towards him and then pushing him backwards, causing him to fall from the balcony. Ola landed on the wet ground with a soft thud! And for minutes, he didn't get up. It was then that I became aware of what I had done, of the consequences of my actions. I ran down the stairs, swung the door open and rushed outside to check up on him. "I'm so sorry," I said, my eyes dancing around his body, subtly checking for injuries. Ola didn't respond. "Ola, I'm sorry," I repeated, then I tried to help him up from the ground, but he snatched his hand away. "You always do that," Ola said. "You always do something bad to me whenever we play, especially when I'm winning." And that was true. I didn't have the spirit of sportsmanship. I'd laugh, jeer and mock Ola whenever I win in a game, but he if win, I'd seethe in jealousy which would eventually lead to a fight between us. "I'm sorry," I confessed. "I won't do it again." "I know you won't because I'm never coming back to play with you again. I know that even after apologizing, you'd still do that again," Ola said as he heaved himself from the ground. After dusting the mud and sand from his clothes, he turned and left through the small gate in our backyard. Sad and guilt stricken, I sat on our stairs to reflect on my actions. I knew that day would probably be my last day of seeing Ola, but I still hoped that he would return again after that, but the look of indignation and resignation in his eyes said he was done with me. I think I might have overdone it this time, and Ola would never forgive me, and he would not come to play with me again. I was still sitting on the stairs when my mother returned in the evening. Immediately she saw my face, she knew that something must have happened while she was away. "What is it, Korede?" my mother asked. "Nothing," I lied, though tears were starting to well up in my eyes. "Tell me, my son. What is it?" my mother asked again?" "It's about my friend, Ola," I confessed. "I've told you to stop playing," my mother said. "I told you to stop saying that." "No, mother," I cried. "Ola was just here a few minutes before you arrived. And I pushed him down from the balcony." Hearing this, my mother's face became distorted in anger. It was the angriest I've ever seen her. "Go to to your room, Korede!" my mother yelled. "And don't come down till I tell you to. I've told you to stop this kind play of yours." I went up to my room, and I slinked under the blanket on my bed. I closed my eyes as tears began to roll down my face. For hours, I cried my heart out in the room. And even when my mother came to tell me to come down to eat, I refused. I just wanted to be alone. Eventually, I dozed off to sleep. The next day, after I got back from school, I waited for Ola to come, but he didn't. The next day, I waited for him to come again, but I didn't see him. I would have gone to his house to apologize and play with him if only I knew where he lived. He had given me directions before, but I've never bothered to check as he often came to see me. That week and the next, I waited for Ola, but he never came. A month and two passed, but Ola never came to see me again. I eventually gave up waiting for him. I knew he would never come back. The thing I did to him that day was enough to end any friendship. I imagined his mother telling him not to see me as I was a bad friend. Eventually, we moved out of that neighborhood to a better neighborhood in the city. I got into a new school, and I met many people, and made new friends. And as I grew, I gradually forgot about my best friend, Ola. All of these happened many years ago, maybe twelve years or more. And by now, I am seventeen. Just last month, my mother forced me to rearrange my dirty room. She asked me to clean, wash, sweep and dust everything since we would be expecting visitors the next day. I was still cleaning things when I stumbled upon an unopened box of mine. It was from our former house, and it contained a lot of my stuff from my other school. I never opened the box since I changed school and didn't need them. But seeing the box again made me nostalgic, so I slowly opened it. The inside of the box was filled with books, novels, report cards, playthings and uniforms from my other school. I grabbed some of the books and began to go though them. Ten minutes standing there, I picked another book, and as I flipped through it, I saw an essay I had written about my best friend years ago while I was in nursery school. We were asked to write about our best friends, and in the essay, I wrote about Ola. As I read through the text, the fond memories I shared with Ola came back. I remembered how Ola and I played hide and seek in the backyard though he was five years older than me. I remembered us playing soccer and dancing in the rain. But most importantly, I remembered the fight that we had the last time I saw him, and how I pushed him down. The fight that broke our friendship. I wished, as I browsed through the book, that I would see Ola again, to know how far he has grown and who he has become. I took the book downstairs to meet my mother. I wanted to share this memory with her. I wanted to talk and reminisce about my old friend with her. My mother was frying some chicken in the kitchen in preparation for our guests. "Mom," I said as I entered the kitchen. "Yes," my mother answered, smiling at me. I stretched out my hand to show the book to her, "Do you remember my friend, Ola? I wonder where he is now." My mother's face paled, going white completely. Slowly, she turned off the gas, then she walked towards me. "Sit," she said, and I sat in the stool in the kitchen. "You never had a friend called Ola," my mother said. I laughed because clearly she must be joking. "Mom, I had a friend called Ola. I'm sure," I commented. "No, you didn't," my mother said, and when she saw I was going to argue again, she said, "wait, let me explain" And that she did. Apparently, I never had a friend called Ola. My mother said before I was born, I had a five-year-old brother called 'Ola'. She said that Ola dièd barely a year before I was born and he was buried in the cemetery at the back of our former backyard. My mother said the first time I told her about my friend, Ola, and then went on to describe him, it got her scared, but she thought it was just a coincidence. She thought I just made up a friend in my mind, and the name given to that friend matched with my late brother's name. It was then that it dawned on me that though Ola had told me many times that he was five years older than I was, the two of us where of the same height and stature since I was about five myself then. Since he was five years older, he should had been taller and more grown, but because he dîed at that age, his spirit remained that size. I never thought about all of these then. I was too young to. It was then that I also remembered that Ola and I looked alike, almost similar. I understood then why he never stayed long enough to meet my mother. I understood why he never took me to his own house. I realized why he came and left through the gate in our backyard for the gate led to the cemetery behind our house; the same cemetery he was buried in. And he came from there and returned there. And the next words that came from my mother's mouth made me understand why Ola was so angry that day that he never returned to play with me again. "Your late brother, Ola, dièd because he slipped from the balcony and broke his neck when he landed on the hard ground below," my mother said.

JaclynButler's tweet photo. I pushed my friend, Ola, down from the balcony.
It wasn't a mistake; it was intentionally done by me.
We were playing with my ball, and he was winning.
His wins made me angry, so when the ball he mistakenly threw hit my stomach hard, I got vexed and retaliated by dashing towards him and then pushing him backwards, causing him to fall from the balcony.
Ola landed on the wet ground with a soft thud!
And for minutes, he didn't get up.
It was then that I became aware of what I had done, of the consequences of my actions.
I ran down the stairs, swung the door open and rushed outside to check up on him.
"I'm so sorry," I said, my eyes dancing around his body, subtly checking for injuries.
Ola didn't respond.
"Ola, I'm sorry," I repeated, then I tried to help him up from the ground, but he snatched his hand away.
"You always do that," Ola said. "You always do something bad to me whenever we play, especially when I'm winning."
And that was true. I didn't have the spirit of sportsmanship. I'd laugh, jeer and mock Ola whenever I win in a game, but he if win, I'd seethe in jealousy which would eventually lead to a fight between us.
"I'm sorry," I confessed. "I won't do it again."
"I know you won't because I'm never coming back to play with you again. I know that even after apologizing, you'd still do that again," Ola said as he heaved himself from the ground.
After dusting the mud and sand from his clothes, he turned and left through the small gate in our backyard.
Sad and guilt stricken, I sat on our stairs to reflect on my actions. I knew that day would probably be my last day of seeing Ola, but I still hoped that he would return again after that, but the look of indignation and resignation in his eyes said he was done with me.
I think I might have overdone it this time, and Ola would never forgive me, and he would not come to play with me again.
I was still sitting on the stairs when my mother returned in the evening.
Immediately she saw my face, she knew that something must have happened while she was away.
"What is it, Korede?" my mother asked.
"Nothing," I lied, though tears were starting to well up in my eyes.
"Tell me, my son. What is it?" my mother asked again?"
"It's about my friend, Ola," I confessed.

"I've told you to stop playing," my mother said. "I told you to stop saying that."
"No, mother," I cried. "Ola was just here a few minutes before you arrived. And I pushed him down from the balcony."
Hearing this, my mother's face became distorted in anger. It was the angriest I've ever seen her.
"Go to to your room, Korede!" my mother yelled. "And don't come down till I tell you to. I've told you to stop this kind play of yours."
I went up to my room, and I slinked under the blanket on my bed. I closed my eyes as tears began to roll down my face.
For hours, I cried my heart out in the room. And even when my mother came to tell me to come down to eat, I refused. I just wanted to be alone. Eventually, I dozed off to sleep.
The next day, after I got back from school, I waited for Ola to come, but he didn't. The next day, I waited for him to come again, but I didn't see him.
I would have gone to his house to apologize and play with him if only I knew where he lived. He had given me directions before, but I've never bothered to check as he often came to see me.
That week and the next, I waited for Ola, but he never came. A month and two passed, but Ola never came to see me again. I eventually gave up waiting for him. I knew he would never come back. The thing I did to him that day was enough to end any friendship. I imagined his mother telling him not to see me as I was a bad friend.
Eventually, we moved out of that neighborhood to a better neighborhood in the city.
I got into a new school, and I met many people, and made new friends. And as I grew, I gradually forgot about my best friend, Ola.
All of these happened many years ago, maybe twelve years or more. And by now, I am seventeen.
Just last month, my mother forced me to rearrange my dirty room. She asked me to clean, wash, sweep and dust everything since we would be expecting visitors the next day.
I was still cleaning things when I stumbled upon an unopened box of mine. It was from our former house, and it contained a lot of my stuff from my other school. I never opened the box since I changed school and didn't need them. But seeing the box again made me nostalgic, so I slowly opened it.
The inside of the box was filled with books, novels, report cards, playthings and uniforms from my other school.
I grabbed some of the books and began to go though them.
Ten minutes standing there, I picked another book, and as I flipped through it, I saw an essay I had written about my best friend years ago while I was in nursery school.
We were asked to write about our best friends, and in the essay, I wrote about Ola.
As I read through the text, the fond memories I shared with Ola came back.
I remembered how Ola and I played hide and seek in the backyard though he was five years older than me. I remembered us playing soccer and dancing in the rain.
But most importantly, I remembered the fight that we had the last time I saw him, and how I pushed him down. The fight that broke our friendship.
I wished, as I browsed through the book, that I would see Ola again, to know how far he has grown and who he has become.
I took the book downstairs to meet my mother. I wanted to share this memory with her. I wanted to talk and reminisce about my old friend with her.
My mother was frying some chicken in the kitchen in preparation for our guests.
"Mom," I said as I entered the kitchen.
"Yes," my mother answered, smiling at me.
I stretched out my hand to show the book to her, "Do you remember my friend, Ola? I wonder where he is now."
My mother's face paled, going white completely. Slowly, she turned off the gas, then she walked towards me.
"Sit," she said, and I sat in the stool in the kitchen.
"You never had a friend called Ola," my mother said.
I laughed because clearly she must be joking.
"Mom, I had a friend called Ola. I'm sure," I commented.
"No, you didn't," my mother said, and when she saw I was going to argue again, she said, "wait, let me explain"
And that she did.
Apparently, I never had a friend called Ola.
My mother said before I was born, I had a five-year-old brother called 'Ola'. She said that Ola dièd barely a year before I was born and he was buried in the cemetery at the back of our former backyard.
My mother said the first time I told her about my friend, Ola, and then went on to describe him, it got her scared, but she thought it was just a coincidence. She thought I just made up a friend in my mind, and the name given to that friend matched with my late brother's name.
It was then that it dawned on me that though Ola had told me many times that he was five years older than I was, the two of us where of the same height and stature since I was about five myself then. Since he was five years older, he should had been taller and more grown, but because he dîed at that age, his spirit remained that size. I never thought about all of these then. I was too young to.
It was then that I also remembered that Ola and I looked alike, almost similar.
I understood then why he never stayed long enough to meet my mother.
I understood why he never took me to his own house.

I realized why he came and left through the gate in our backyard for the gate led to the cemetery behind our house; the same cemetery he was buried in. And he came from there and returned there.

And the next words that came from my mother's mouth made me understand why Ola was so angry that day that he never returned to play with me again.

"Your late brother, Ola, dièd because he slipped from the balcony and broke his neck when he landed on the hard ground below," my mother said.

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Jaclyn Marie🌺 @JaclynButler

over 2 years ago

@OyeBlanca_ t was a good job it wasn't a bomb .. opening with a knife ...hiding it in the cupboard

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Laugh evening 😂😂😂 1.I went for a job interview🚶 wearing APC Polo they told me to come back when I'm serious in life 😌🤔 2. I pity men that ārgūe with wømen.. 🤔How can you be ārguiñg with someone wey water never touch her head for a month now? 🙆‍♂️🚶 3. My sister, no mān is perfect. Just choose your Dēmōn and keep pouring anointing oil on him😋 4. Ladies, U are dāting 6 guys and you are mōçking a prøstitúte 🤔.. My sister, it's the same company, just that you are in a private sector and she is in a public sector 🤷 5. Don't f!ght in any Yøruba party🎈 ooh 😌Even their stew🍲 seff is a wēāpon 6. Yesterday, I gave my food to a bēggar and today the bēggar gave me a book📕 tittled "How to be a great coōk" Please what does that mean?? 🙆‍♂️ 7. First day at boarding school, they served us rice🍚, I was waiting for stew when a guy told me "my brother, this is jollof rice ooh😮.. 🙆‍♂️😭 8. Dear ladies, the silence you keep when you find money in your bøyfriends pocket, kindly do the same when you find him chëâting 🏃😂 9. This is Nigeria where we don't change remote batteries, once you slāp the back of the remote härdly.. It will come back to its senses 😋 10. Embarrāssmēñt is when you want to squēēze 10 naira note into offering box and fan bl0w it to the alter😩.. My neighbor was a vīçtim 😥 11. Never you marry💍 a man or a woman you cannot joke 0r play with.. 🙅‍♂️ Marriage is not a mīlitāry ground😁 12. Kīssīng is an emotional things, If you are kīssīng and she doesn't close her eyes, my brother, that girl is a thîëf 🙅‍♂️😂 13. For those of you dāting mārried man, Continue!!.., the girl that will dēstroy your høme is still in jss2 rūbbing Vaseline in her stomach🙄 14. If everyone on social media was quite like you.. Many will dīe of dēprēssiōn, 😒 So appreciate❤ me that take out time to entertain you😘.🤝 Kindly add or follow me for more joke

JaclynButler's tweet photo. Laugh evening 😂😂😂
1.I went for a job interview🚶 wearing APC Polo they told me to come back when I'm serious in life 😌🤔
2. I pity men that ārgūe with wømen..
🤔How can you be ārguiñg with someone wey water never touch her head for a month now? 🙆‍♂️🚶
3. My sister, no mān is perfect.
Just choose your Dēmōn and keep pouring anointing oil on him😋
4. Ladies, U are dāting 6 guys and you are mōçking a prøstitúte 🤔..
My sister, it's the same company, just that you are in a private sector and she is in a public sector 🤷
5. Don't f!ght in any Yøruba party🎈 ooh
😌Even their stew🍲 seff is a wēāpon
6. Yesterday, I gave my food to a bēggar and today the bēggar gave me a book📕 tittled "How to be a great coōk"
Please what does that mean?? 🙆‍♂️
7. First day at boarding school, they served us rice🍚, I was waiting for stew when a guy told me "my brother, this is jollof rice ooh😮.. 🙆‍♂️😭
8. Dear ladies, the silence you keep when you find money in your bøyfriends pocket, kindly do the same when you find him chëâting 🏃😂
9. This is Nigeria where we don't change remote batteries, once you slāp the back of the remote härdly..
It will come back to its senses 😋
10. Embarrāssmēñt is when you want to squēēze 10 naira note into offering box and fan bl0w it to the alter😩..
My neighbor was a vīçtim 😥
11. Never you marry💍 a man or a woman you cannot joke 0r play with.. 🙅‍♂️
Marriage is not a mīlitāry ground😁
12. Kīssīng is an emotional things,
If you are kīssīng and she doesn't close her eyes, my brother, that girl is a thîëf 🙅‍♂️😂
13. For those of you dāting mārried man,
Continue!!.., the girl that will dēstroy your høme is still in jss2 rūbbing Vaseline in her stomach🙄
14. If everyone on social media was quite like you..
Many will dīe of dēprēssiōn, 😒
So appreciate❤ me that take out time to entertain you😘.🤝 Kindly add or follow me for more joke

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Jaclyn Marie🌺 @JaclynButler

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📷LAUGH YOUR LAUGH📷 ..................📷📷................... 1.Sorry for posting late, I was teaching my uncle how to faint📷 he chope community money and their meeting is this evening.📷 2.Amaka don use anointed water drink Abortion drugs📷 Now the baby don turn twins📷Miracle no dey tire Jesus 📷📷 3.I came back from work and saw Jehovah witness people knocking my door I join them to knock till we all got tired and left📷📷 4.A loving husband will marry a second wife to support the first wife at home. Women are not slaves📷📷 5.R.I.P Michael Jackson, sorry for late post, I didn't have phone when u died, What a great footballer. 📷📷📷📷 6.Every man already know who he wants to marry ,if u like stay in the kitchen and be shouting baby spaghetti 📷 or rice 7.P0rn industry has more than 15.67billion viewers📷yet everyone doubt she /he doesn't watch p0rn📷I asked again do u watch p0rn📷 https://t.co/TCcPSPYj0g Nigeria, there's a difference between Good morning madam and madam good morning.The second one is used when there's "war"📷 9.Between cholocate and congtratulations,which one did you read wrongly??? 📷📷📷 10.Lagos and traffic ehh. I was called that my sister was in labour. Before I got there, the baby was already in Primary three📷📷 FOLLOW ME FOR MORE JOKE DAILY JHOOR

JaclynButler's tweet photo. 📷LAUGH YOUR LAUGH📷
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1.Sorry for posting late, I was teaching my uncle how to faint📷 he chope community money and their meeting is this evening.📷
2.Amaka don use anointed water drink Abortion drugs📷 Now the baby don turn twins📷Miracle no dey tire Jesus 📷📷
3.I came back from work and saw Jehovah witness people knocking my door
I join them to knock till we all got tired and left📷📷
4.A loving husband will marry a second wife to support the first wife at home. Women are not slaves📷📷
5.R.I.P Michael Jackson, sorry for late post, I didn't have phone when u died,
What a great footballer.
📷📷📷📷
6.Every man already know who he wants to marry ,if u like stay in the kitchen and be shouting baby spaghetti 📷 or rice
7.P0rn industry has more than 15.67billion viewers📷yet everyone doubt she /he
doesn't watch p0rn📷I asked again do u watch p0rn📷
https://t.co/TCcPSPYj0g Nigeria, there's a difference between Good morning madam and madam good morning.The second one is used when there's "war"📷
9.Between cholocate and congtratulations,which one did you read wrongly???
📷📷📷
10.Lagos and traffic ehh. I was called that my sister was in labour. Before I got there, the baby was already in Primary three📷📷
FOLLOW ME FOR MORE JOKE DAILY JHOOR

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@TechFarmVN have a good day

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@OyeBlanca_ I hope Roo does foster Maia it will be good for both of them

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EMMANUEL CAUGHT 📷📷 Emmanuel would usually sneak to his beautiful and sexy cousin's room at the middle of night to make love with her 📷📷📷📷 He then spent about 2weeks without going to the room then the cousin asked him "Why did you stop coming to my room to make love with me Emmanuel?" Emmanuel replied "I thought about it and I came to realize that it doesn't make any sense sleeping with my own cousin, to make matters worse if my uncle your father gets to find out he will kill me" 📷📷 The girl tapped Emmanuel's shoulder and said " look Emmanuel it doesn't matter whether we are cousins or not the fact is that we enjoy ourselves and my Dad is not gonna find out about this, please come tonight I will be expecting you"📷📷 Emmanuel smiled📷 and said "alright baby don't worry I will definitely come to your room tonight📷" Around 01:00AM, Emmanuel was completely naked trying to sneak to her cousin's room, since he was from sleeping and couldn't see very clearly he opened a wrong door in the passage thinking it's his cousin's door📷📷 Guess who was in the room he opened?📷📷 It was his uncle's room , the uncle surprisedly said " What the f"ck Emmanuel what are you doing here?" Emmanuel said "I have come to tell you that I'm leaving your house" 📷 The uncle said " But was it necessary for you to come naked?" 📷📷 Emmanuel replied "Yes because I have packed all my clothes" 📷 📷📷

JaclynButler's tweet photo. EMMANUEL CAUGHT 📷📷
Emmanuel would usually sneak to his beautiful and sexy cousin's room at the middle of night to make love with her 📷📷📷📷
He then spent about 2weeks without going to the room then the cousin asked him "Why did you stop coming to my room to make love with me Emmanuel?"
Emmanuel replied "I thought about it and I came to realize that it doesn't make any sense sleeping with my own cousin, to make matters worse if my uncle your father gets to find out he will kill me" 📷📷
The girl tapped Emmanuel's shoulder and said " look Emmanuel it doesn't matter whether we are cousins or not the fact is that we enjoy ourselves and my Dad is not gonna find out about this, please come tonight I will be expecting you"📷📷
Emmanuel smiled📷 and said "alright baby don't worry I will definitely come to your room tonight📷"
Around 01:00AM, Emmanuel was completely naked trying to sneak to her cousin's room, since he was from sleeping and couldn't see very clearly he opened a wrong door in the passage thinking it's his cousin's door📷📷
Guess who was in the room he opened?📷📷 It was his uncle's room , the uncle surprisedly said " What the f"ck Emmanuel what are you doing here?"
Emmanuel said "I have come to tell you that I'm leaving your house" 📷
The uncle said " But was it necessary for you to come naked?" 📷📷
Emmanuel replied "Yes because I have packed all my clothes" 📷
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Jaclyn Marie🌺 @JaclynButler

over 2 years ago

📷LAUGH YOUR LAUGH📷 ..................📷📷................... 1.Sorry for posting late, I was teaching my uncle how to faint📷 he chope community money and their meeting is this evening.📷 2.Amaka don use anointed water drink Abortion drugs📷 Now the baby don turn twins📷Miracle no dey tire Jesus 📷📷 3.I came back from work and saw Jehovah witness people knocking my door I join them to knock till we all got tired and left📷📷 4.A loving husband will marry a second wife to support the first wife at home. Women are not slaves📷📷 5.R.I.P Michael Jackson, sorry for late post, I didn't have phone when u died, What a great footballer. 📷📷📷📷 6.Every man already know who he wants to marry ,if u like stay in the kitchen and be shouting baby spaghetti 📷 or rice 7.P0rn industry has more than 15.67billion viewers📷yet everyone doubt she /he doesn't watch p0rn📷I asked again do u watch p0rn📷 https://t.co/TCcPSPYj0g Nigeria, there's a difference between Good morning madam and madam good morning.The second one is used when there's "war"📷 9.Between cholocate and congtratulations,which one did you read wrongly??? 📷📷📷 10.Lagos and traffic ehh. I was called that my sister was in labour. Before I got there, the baby was already in Primary three📷📷

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Jaclyn Marie🌺 @JaclynButler

over 2 years ago

1)You sent me friend request, I accepted, you come to my inbox and ask "Can I be your friend?"* No come and be MY LORD AND PERSONAL SAVIOUR. 🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥🤥 👨🏽‍⚕ 2) My neighbor daughter asked me which poly go accept 15 jam score, And i said poly Bag😎🤣🤣🤣😂 3) Pregnant women and their wahala. Which one is "Honey please clap your hands, the baby needs noise"😀 4)Dear ladies, the hair on your head might be Brazilian or American but your private part hair will always remain that of your nationality...* My sister, you can't cheat nature....#näzzyjñr 😝😝😝 5)Akwa-Ibom Bride Price 400k* *For A Girl That Will Still Pronounce Genesis As Yenesis" & Junction As Yunction 😂😂 Na Wa!!!🙆🙆🙆🚶🚶* *Dem go come for me now😜🏃🏃🏃* 6)Look at your keyboard Between Y and I there Is an idiot standing there* 😅😅 7)Dear drivers* *When you get to bumps,* *please slow* *down* *Some ladies are tired of* *returning their breast* *in the bra* 🙆😏🙄 8)When i see slim Guy's with Big Head👦👦I always remember My father's Standing Fan* 😊😂 9)Wear long skirt you no gree, now you want climb bike you Dey look me 😂 make I comot eye? We die here. I can't loose focus 😂😂* 10)stop crying over heart breaks,* *when u failed math did u cry??🙄🙄* 11)Our chat wey dey sweet, u wan use I need ur help spoil am!*🤦‍♂️🤨🤧 12)My first heartbreak Made me realize dat Woman deserve Menstrual pains* 🚶🏿‍♀️ 💔💔💔💔💔 13)There is no difference between Glo and Satan* 💀💀💀 *There will give u free data An collect network* 😏😏 14)Yesterday the bank called me to confirm if I'm still alive 😰😰* 15)Nowadays it's very hard to know whether a girl is walking with her father or her boyfriend..🙄* *it's a confusing generation.🤦* 16)If 5k enter my hand now, I will go offline for security reasons.*🤣🤣 17)Give your laptop to your girlfriend and ask her to create a new folder...* *Sit back, relax and watch the idiot you're dating* 😂😂😂 18) Nigeria road and potholes should stop making me looks like a thief🙄. I mistakenly bite someone meat pie three time in commercial bus😅😂 19) A guy went to hell and this was the conversation between him and Satan Satan: My son what brings you here Son: I used to masturbate with anointing oil. Satan: Eeeei 🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣🤣 20) Nigerians can price o...* *That's how one Akwa-ibom girl was pricing NEPA bill asking them how much for LOW CURRENT?*🤣🙄 21)Victor: May we not see our mates and hide* *Me: What if he is an armed rubber*🤷 22)Come to think of it are the last four letters in "Queue" really necessary*🤣🤣 23)MTN and Glo are not joking again.. once they notice you don't have airtime, they start deducting your battery.* 24)Everybody keeps talking about Buhari, iPhone 11 and Gucci. But nobody noticed that the thickness of Hollandia milk has reduced.*🤣🏃😋 25)Since we are all sons and daughters of Adam and Eve, does it mean that Dangote is spending our family's money.*🤣🤣 26) One black man with pink cap entered a pink house with a black gate* *Did you understand* *Or i should explain?* *🚶🚶🚶* 27)I only started respecting witchcraft after seeing my uncle watching television with one eye. When I ask him why? He said he is saving electricity.* Am still looking for a place to faint.