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Giant Dude in 8-Ball Jacket Slaps the Shit Out of Woman on F Train Big 6'6" dude in the fur hat and that legendary 8-ball leather jacket just tryna ride the F train in peace. Group of girls starts roasting him hard — “wack 8-ball jacket from 1990, get your money up!” One girl takes it to the next level and cracks him in the head with her stiletto, blood and all. He turns around and SLAPS THE SOUL CLEAN OUT OF HER. The sound alone... her head snapped back like a bobblehead Then her friends jump in and it's pure chaos — purses flying everywhere.He said she came at him “like a man” so he handled it like one. Charges got dropped after the video dropped. Don’t start none, won’t be none. That slap still legendary. Who else remembers this one?

@instablog9ja Forget about content first, Physicists gather there. Why doesn't the same thing happen with water? Could it be as a result of the temperature of hot oil exceeding 100⁰C?

Content Creator shares what happens when eggs are deeply fried with their shells

Flat earthers should let us know when Artemis II hits the "firmament" 😂😂😂 #Nasa #ArtemisLaunch

Lift off!!!!!

@instablog9ja So they got married and were joined as ONE, but there is a separation when it comes to money sprayed??? The delulu is concerning on this one!

“A groom has no business with the money that was sprayed or the gift that was presented to him and his wife during their wedding ceremony. The money and the gifts belong to the bride”- Lady

Muslim woman “I will leave Islam right now if one person finds me a contradiction in this book” (The Quran) American gives 5 impossible contradictions, and the post gets over 700,000+ Likes She deleted her video and didn’t leave Islam No amount of logic is enough

Don't misbehave you don't know tomorrow - watch 💔👇

Moment a Kaduna state resident bravely overpowered a man who brøke in with a knife inside his apartment corridor, holding him down as a woman tried to step in and people around screamed in fear🤯🙆

you can do it, baby 😂

Chale see some crazy content ooo🤣🤣🤣🤣

@instablog9ja Ghana is not slow, only very patient and relaxed. There is really no hurry in life, what is yours will always be yours! The relaxed nature of Ghanaians is why they have a much higher life expectancy rate than Nigerians. Why are you in a hurry to your grave?? 😂😂

“Ghana will test your patience. I found it very difficult to adapt to that part that Ghanaians are slow”- Ghana-based Nigerian woman shares her experience

A Nigerian woman living in Ghana claims that Ghanaians are slow.

@askghmedia She is 120% correct, but very poorly communicated. The correct word is patient. Ghanaians are very patient and orderly by nature. They follow rules in real life the same way we all followed rules in school. Whenever I see a Nigerian doing gra gra, e sure me say na JJC😂

@Olamide0fficial Dress as you wish to be addressed. Her dressing is loud.

This is a perfect example of don’t judge a book by its cover. She’s a Muslim and she shares the reason she’s dressing this way 🤔

You've spent months preparing for this day💒and probably spent a small fortune on location, food, rings, the dress, honeymoon, etc. You decide to use traditional vows instead of your own but when it comes to a certain part to repeat back, your significant other refuses to say the word and starts to cause a scene. Is this a deal breaker for you or is it okay that the other person doesn't take the vows seriously?

@kittenaround_51 Who else noticed the disparity in the comments between men and women?

Europe blames Russia for ‘aggression’ against Ukraine, but forgets what the NATO allies did in Belgrade, Iraq, Afghanistan… Libya. Syria. In case you needed me to continue the list. Every one of those wars sent millions of migrants to Europe. Now Europe is looking for ANOTHER way to destroy itself. Join my BitChute for more DAILY updates: bitchute.com/channel/4BfnNK…

🔥 BREAKING 🔥 Fuel siphoning from cars has begun in Australia 🇦🇺 Cars parked out on the street have had their fuel siphoned in Kyneton, Victoria. Farmers are also having their fuel stolen & siphoned on their farms in Victoria.

Boyfriends dey try ooo!!!

I sent my son to Boarding School for 3 years, only for me to go to his school today, and they said he has dí£d 2 years ago, and no longer a student of the School!! It’s still a sh0ck to me! Because my son Obadiah usually comes back home even during holidays, very active and strong, no sign of s!ckn£ss or b@d heaIth. I even asked those teachers that, if truly he was d£ad, why didn’t they tell me? Which school doesn’t tell the Parents or Guardian of their child that’s dec£ased? I left that SchooI with a mixture of f£ar, doubt, and ànger. As I got outside, I called my son Obadiah. He picked, and I felt relieved. But as I mentioned the part that his school acc¥sed him of being d£àd, he cut the call. I tried calling him bàck, but he didn’t answer. When I got home, I rushed to my room to message him. I wanted to send him a photo of the document the Principal showed me. But his profile picture disappeared. I sent a message, but it only showed one tick. He had bl0cked me on all messaging platforms. “What’s happening? Díd I off£nd him? Why would he bl0ck me, his mother?” I cri£d, thr0wing my phone on the bed. Obed, his younger brother, was sitting on the floor crying. He had heard everything. “Mummy, is Brother Obadiah truly d£ad?” Obed asked, his v0ice shaking. “If he is d£ad, who was the person that was sleeping in our room last December? We played games together. We ate from the same plate!” “I don't know, Obed! I don't know!” I shouted, pacing up and down. “But he just bl0cked my number. Why would he do that if he is alive and well?” “Mummy, maybe the school is h!ding something,” Obed said, wiping his t£ars. “Go back there. Tell them to show you where he is.” I couldn't stay in the house. The air felt h£avy, like someone was watching me from the corners of the room. I drove back to that school with full speed. I matched into the Principal’s office again. “Fine!” I scr£amed as I entered. “If you say my son is d£ad, show me his gr@ve! Can you show me where my son was b¥ried? At least let me see it so I can believe you!” The Principal looked at me with pity. She picked up her intercom and called the teacher who was in charge of Obadiah’s class back then. “Mr. Benson, please come to my office now,” she said. A few minutes later, a thin man with glasses walked in. He looked very n£rvous when he saw me. “Mr. Benson, this is Obadiah’s mother,” the Principal said. “She wants to see the body or the gr@ve. Tell her what happened.” Mr. Benson cleared his throat. He couldn't look me in the eye. “Madam, please. It is a very s@d story. Concerning late Obadiah... he didn't di£ here in the school. It was during the mid-term break two years ago. They sent us reports that the car he entered had a t£rrible accid£nt on the way.” “Madam, please listen,” Mr. Benson continued. “The acc!dent was very b@d. The car f£ll into a deep river. Up till now, the divers haven't seen or heard from the vehicle. No bodies were recovered. That’s why we’re really sc@red to inform you! we didn't know how to tell you that your son just... vanished.” I stood there trying to compile all the r¥bbish and sh0cking things I have been hearing. “Wait,” I said, my voice trembling. “You say he di£d in an acc!d£nt in a river. You say there is no body. But I am telling you that Obadiah comes home every holiday! He brought his result to me! Look at this!” I pulled out the result sheet Obadiah gave me last term from my bag and sl@mmed it on the desk. The Principal picked up the result and fr0wned. “Madam... this is not our school’s result sheet. The logo is slightly different. And this signature... this teacher hasn't worked here in five years.” My son di£d but they can’t find his d£ad body? He even BI0cked me when I tried to tell him the issue on ground. Can the school be telling li£s? Or has a spirit been living in my house for two years, eating my food and pretending to be my son?…” - Mother cries out