Stop moering the ladies, guys
Warning, do not go to Mahungra if you plan to misbehave or you will live to regret the day. Before I get started, Big Thanks to Bra Power for being an awesome host. Let’s do it again this coming weekend.
With Macufe upon us, it was only fair that I show face and see what the city of roses has in store for moi and I must say, there was absolutely nothing special about this weekend…
With the Jozi folks having invaded our city, the lovely Ayanda Thabethe was among those I bumped into this past weekend and I must, the sister is super classy, an absolute darling, shame.
Pity the same can’t be said about a certain producer for Generations Legacy who not so long could barely afford to pay rent for the RDP where he was staying but now can afford to flaunt expensive whisky in our faces, while telling us he is not of the cheap class.
Well, no need to be excited darling, we all know that whisky was a donation, and as for the car, we all know it’s rented darling so, please stop lying, thank you bye!
Mr Finance Manager had every right to have a ball this past weekend after being released on bail for giving his ‘side-dish’ a moer se was klap for cheating on him.
The nerve of this brother though! How in the blue hell do you accuse ‘side-dish’ for cheating when you are doing the exactly same thing to wifey? Are you stupid or what? Mxm, so disappointing to see a cute, hunky, muscle man subjecting himself to such embarrassment.
What’s it with my favourite brothers playing wrestling with their wives? Bra T decided to give the beautiful Thandi a waar klap as well. Eish, I know this tender business is not easy but to play Brock Lesnar on your wife bra, in a public space nogals. Yoh!
I know its Macufe and everything but what in the blue hell got Kamogelo Modise so hyped up? It was his birthday and all but to get so hyped up and rock the dance floor knowing how shy the brother is…it’s high time he stops drinking that Chibuku beer off his. Ai!
Somebody needs to stop lying to us here…the reason you were not booked for that show is because you forever rock up ‘dronk’ at shows. Please stop making excuses my beloved spin-master and get your act together before it’s too late for you.
Pastor you so don’t have to walk out of the club when you see me. Lord knows I have enough sins of my own to go around judging other people. All I ask is that you stay away from that whiskey because we all saw what it did to you. A man of God busy lustfully smacking ‘innocent’ girls’ bums is quite an embarrassing thing to behold.
The phrase ‘money can’t buy you style’ was more than applicable to Queen Ntsiki. You’d think dad – quite a well-known taxi boss — would get this bimbo a fashion stylist so that she stops appearing in public like a bloody cheap prostitute.
I so don’t know what in the blue hell she was thinking this past weekend when she rocked up in transparent swim wear. I know you and fashion, let alone class, are not the best of friends but that see-through or is it see-all outfit was beyond the pale, even for you.
Hey Jonah is that a massive rip in your pants or are you just happy to see us? I love you and all but kindly return that suite and get a refund. Thank u!
When a beautiful girl and water are not friends the result is just disastrous. The beautiful PA who got a tattoo behind her ear — it looks like it is such a beautiful thing but it’s hard to tell because of all that unwashed earwax getting in the way of every eye trying to admire the artwork. Girl, am so speechless!
White people have unleashed hell on uncle scotch business partner, Mr. Poti. What in the blue hell was my beloved brother doing in Bainsvlei knowing very well how sensitive those Afrikaaners are about their protective of their little ‘Orania’ in the Free State? Hade baba!
I see Uncle Scotch is still the king on his own circle…talk about die hard brother.
Alright folks that’s all from me; until next time, whatever!
