
Men Oh men.... A man who has never realized the truth about life. Not yet able to understand the true meaning of life. You were born and lived in this distant life for 45 years.
As old as that you have never said hello to this life about sacrifice for your loved ones and dear ones.
You are selfish, my man, you only think about your life and your stomach. How your loved ones live comfortably beside you.
Our selfish man never knew what it would be like to be with a family without you falling asleep. Come-coming from the outside of the house, definitely began to hug the pillow. Come on, please keep us happy....
Your hair has grayed, one by one they have turned white. There is a sign that life is over. There is also a sign that you will end and leave us for the real life.
Hey..my man is my life friend, are you going to act lazy every day. Will you snore at all times. Not every morning. Every time you see your lazy nature pillow coming that soon.
Your lazy man just looks up and judges me. You make mistakes, you like to want people, you like to incite me with your words, this guy gini that guy.
Your brother is like your brother. You are the best, but you are Mbelgedes.
You like to talk about people, who you know are worse than you. You are worse than them.
You are mbelgedes, by the way you always digress. Your style of speech always makes intrigue so you look good. As if you were awesome. You are the most right. You are the best. You create stories and sensations that can conquer people's hearts, as if you were the best. But you're still at the level is mbelgedes.
Yes your laziness that makes you deket same is mbelgedhes. Cocky men, lazy men and hypocritical men. You're arrogant, you're conceiving of yourself that belongs to your wives, you can what you have.
Like the empty tong sounds loud. It means yes you are husband.
You chat in the coffee shop down the street, the usual world of men when in the shop, chat here and there like women while sipping a cup of warm coffee with a sip of tobacco.
At home, there is also a cup of sweet hot coffee. The difference is you prefer in the stall that sells his lips mblenger red....
Do you think I can't dance that attractive. I'm wearing make up to run your life... Monthly money that you do not love I buy lipstick red burning, I beautify myself, so that when out of the house all eyes look at me.
I was amazed at my beauty. The only thing you can do in your shop...
Man of whore, sleep snoring, lazy you're useless. Your job is just monotonous.
If you've slept for hours even all day you don't eat no drink don't spend no energy
sweating at all.
Maybe your sweat has started to dry up, until when you're in the real world, your sweat doesn't dare to come out of your body.
They are ashamed of me, in contrast to you who are never ashamed of my position that always wrestles with the one whose name is looking for nafKah, slamming bones, squeezing sweat, to shed sweat for the house.