I once went for a funeral in a place called Dacha in Kikuyu . During the funeral one senior boy about my age whispered to me , " Don kanywira I need you to take me back to that shell petrol station we saw in lusengeti" in his face was a lot of urgency. As a wise man I know when not to argue .
It was this us ,very fast 4 km to the station. The man didn't let the car come to a full stop ,he jumped out like a DCI officer who has heard wantam ,this is the fastest ave seen the old boy run in all my years . I waited for about 10 min and saw him come from around a corner sweating . " Kanywira things had caught each other " . Apparently he needed to go to the toilet but the facilities at the funeral were the wireless connection ones , years of not exercising ,burnt meat and whitecap had finished his knees ,he needed the modern sitting toilet to go .
This was yet another reminder that you need to exercise like your life depends on it .
Imagine getting in a cab blacked out tryna make it home and you wake up with $3000 in your pocket. You panic cause you don't know how you got the money, 10 months later you're watching tv and see your drunk ass getting in the back of the Cash Cab and nailing all the questions
My friend is 6’1, great job, great shape and absolutely destroying the dating market.
Dude loves hooking up with mid or chubby 4–6s, then ghosts them.
Now they think that’s their level and start ghosting their actual looksmatch.
He’s done this like 500+ times.
Single-handedly causing hoeflation.
What do we even do about a guys like this?