Men Dey Reason - S01 E70

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Men Dey Reason - S01 E70

Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 70

When i sat on my poo, half of my trouser landed on

the poo, and half of my bare a”ss landed on the

poo also. Since my poo was watery, it crested a

Map of Nigeria on my trouser.

While it crested a small Map of Lagos on my boxers

because my boxers rubbed off the poo that was

stamped on my a”ss.

“guy so i go n’aked go house? Ur own even better

sef say na only ur shirt the s’hit rub” I said to

Brainbox.

I removed my trouser to reveal the crested Map of

Lagos on my boxers. A Map that flies stuck to like

Bee to nectar.

I concluded i would go home with just boxers. Or

rather, boxers covered with T-shirt, because i

wrapped my T-shirt round my waist to cover the

Map of Lagos.

So we both walked home bare chested, just that

Brainbox’s case was better than mine because he

had his trousers on, while i had given mine as a

birthday gift to the hungry Flies that perched on

it in the bush.

As we walked close to our gate, i saw Kate

walking towards us. It seemed Brainbox saw her

before me, so he quickly hid behind Nkiru’s shop.

It happened so fast that i couldn’t hide.

“where are you coming from dressed like this?”

Kate asked. “ehnnn, i am coming fron ehnnn, i

went jogging” I stammered. She stared at me

from the crown of my head to the sole of feet

without altering a word.

As she walked passed me, i noticed her a”ss

almost tore the tight Mini Skirt she wore. She

gave my d’ick a gift of a picture perfect parting

frame.

And my d’ick grew taller, forming a mountain

curve.

If you are a guy, you would agree with me that in

your boxers sometimes you would find ropes

hanging inside, the ropes were used to sew the

boxers.

Ropes that the manufacturers intentionally left

as a trap to curb those guys that always have

hard on.

These ropes were in the boxers i wore that day.

As i took two steps forward, i noticed that the

mountain my d’ick made gave me difficulty in

walking, so i quickly dipped my hand into my boxers

to adjust my d’ick, unknown to me that the ropes

in my Boxers had coiled round my erected d’ick.

“aaaaaaaaaaaaaah!” I cried.

My Iroko tree had been cut down. Or so i tot.

“is anything the problem?” I heard Kate asked.

“no oh, everything is alright, nothing has been

cut down” I cried out.

To be continued