Super Freak - She is Riyaz Miss

Yo ViP, Lets kick it, said Riyazso in the voice of Vanilla Ice singing 'ice ice baby' while on the background Nazimso is wearing a multi colored bra & a bikini dancing with his MNDF boys. Shaking his booty with his police cap facing behind. Riyazso is jumping around from one chair to another in his home called M to the P to the S with his blue-purple tongue licking Nazimso's sexy bra like a vanilla ice cream. So yummy, sweet sweat drops falling in slow motion like a melting ice-cream like in euro2012. Turning brighter each second becoming darker, redder. dark red & thick. Riyazso is licking with his tongue, tasting & sucking. Nazimso is enjoying every slow second, almost hypnotized. Riyazso removes his shirt like he's from a 90s porn flick. He shakes his buttocks holding his shirt over his head and removes his belt while sucking Nazimso 'ice cream' which he likes to suck so bad. He imagines that it's fucking blood, human blood from the people his gang is raping. Old and young dhivehins he's sucking like Nazimso's booby ice-cream. WTF is wrong with us just standing voiceless, hoping that someone will save us. Riyazo is undergoing surgery now to become a shemale - Riyazmiss. "This is the power of SNAP" he's jumping up and down.

Zakir Nayak and Kal Nayak is from India!

Here's for the ladies revealing Cholhike Piese by Nayak (not a PhD Doctor).

Maldivians to act on the remake of Muhamaduh Rasoolullah series

Muhammadhah Rasoolullah is an old series. They have been showing re-runs for years. And the new google generation is not interested to watch the old style films anymore. So the great big king Fahudh of Arabiya has donated few millions from his trillion dollar empire to do a remake of the series.

The casting director was recently in Maldives and was very happy to find the full cast with all extras from this country. "They do not even need any more costumes or make-up" Al-Ghurai-Bin-Alaq said "we also were able to make a deal with musicians (percussion and natural sound based) and the greatest maldivian vocalist for the project." May Allah bless this country's alternative cultures.

Now the production directors are deciding whether to bring the camels to Maldives and shoot or to modernize the role of camels using Wave cycles (all models). But they have to think of a way to sacrifice them.

Two people walking near IGMH today

Around 5:30pm near IGMH I waited on my Wave 100 for a friend. Golden light rays of the setting sun reflected off the gray pavements of Male' lighting up the dust from the ongoing traffic when my gaze focused on two elderly men in their late 40s walking towards me. They were engaged in a viscous conversation. One person was wearing a checkered gray and black short-sleeved shirt untucked and a dark brown trouser. The other a red t-shirt and a similar trouser. Their clothes looked reasonably worn out and desaturated possibly due to the quality of the materials, the detergent (or no detergent) the purity of water used for washing them and extended periods of exposure to bright sunlight. They were both engaged in each other deeply. From the few words I heard it seemed like a conversation about another person who lives with them.

They went past me I had my gazed locked on to them when the guy wearing the checkered shirt stopped in front of a house with a blue wooden door and cleared his nose with one swift motion of the thumb and index finger of his right hand. The mucus that came out was thrown near the blue door. The conversation continued with it's flow and the two people walked on.

My friend came out and we left off on the Wave like a wave.

Get the mother fucking Golha out

Today I'm very angry. Everywhere I look I see failure. From my part and from others. A failed fucking state. A failed system. The system of Golha. This sick old fuck Golha has been fucking us since I was born. Raping our children's future. We are just letting him slowly fuck all our mothers and fathers and children. What a fucked up fucking nation we are.

Golha is fucking us slowly and painfully. Tied our hands behind our body, dragging us down the street, red tape on our mouth and we cannot scream. We are drugged and injected with painkillers. Our minds numbed. Pain becomes pleasure. Continues raping our future. This sick fucking Golha.

Harder... Harder... we cried. we are fucking letting him dictate his exit path. Gave him all the fucking time he wants. So powerful and strong over us. Fucking so hard as if we have never been fucked up so hard. Let him fucking drain all what is left of us before he fucks himself. Get the Golha out. Out of our tight asses.