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Some strange contraption called a snuggie. I think it's meant to act as a blanket but give you mobility of your arms to eat doritos and flick between channelsare those family friendly Klan outfits
Cadaan people man
Some strange contraption called a snuggie. I think it's meant to act as a blanket but give you mobility of your arms to eat doritos and flick between channelsare those family friendly Klan outfits
Aabe si fiican ii dhegeyso. Dadkaan cawaaniinta ah iska ilaali, ma i maqashay!?
Diin iyo daqan xabadey leeyihiin habayaraatee majidho.
Gebigooda waa wada xoolo, hadaadan iska jirin oo aadan ka digtoonaan sidey donaan ey kaa sameysanayaan.
Hadhoow, hadhooowti ha ii soo calaacalinoo aabahay waxba ii ma sheegan ha oran.
Yaanan kugu tolbeelin Bahalow
Something along those lines?
No wonder you're the forum Chicken Little who thinks a sniper rifle is primed for his head withFucking lol
I remember my first week in the burbs my pops pulled me to the side and said never get too comfortable around these animals kkkkkk
they didn't warn you about white folk?
lmfao you were a prime target for the candy van runti
asians were the only group my parents didn't have a thing to say about. and that was primarily because most immigrants see them as rather weak overall and incapable of influencing their kids in any way shape or form. very limited and terrible viewpoint tbh. the true definition of a backhanded compliment
No wonder you're the forum Chicken Little who thinks a sniper rifle is primed for his head with
a concentration camp cell with name on it as his resting place. Little bahal was thoroughly traumatized about his world
We didn't grow up hollywood ave, these are religious whites that study their bibles and knock on doors to call to the lord lmao. Tight knit community, neighborhood watch, who parents were just as weary about the same adolescent pitfalls my parents were.
My parents had rhetoric about strangers though. They used to say, "there's no such thing as monsters vix, monsters look like you and me" so don't trust a stranger. True story, I was attempt-lured by a strangers growing up on three occasions, but the stranger fear kept me extra cautious and smart. Let's just say they weren't white. When I was a little girl my anxiety was to the level I would get off the bus and run home. My stop was in view of my bedroom window, but the anxiety on stranger-monster-people was palpable.
Little dude at the left had me seeing some shit for a moment, thought a hand was coming out the sand and shit.
American.Expose them. Are you British?
Why other Somalis? Growing up every Somali in my ends were like family3) Other Somalis
It just wasn't like that. Family was family point blank period, and family friends were family friends, and they were the ones whose kids we could hang with.Why other Somalis? Growing up every Somali in my ends were like family
It's as you said but Somalis back where I was from were very tight-knit they'd help each other in every way.It just wasn't like that. Family was family point blank period, and family friends were family friends, and they were the ones whose kids we could hang with.
There was a wall there, man. You could say my parents secluded us, in a way. We wondered about it growing up, we get it now that we're older.It's as you said but Somalis back where I was from were very tight-knit they'd help each other in every way.