Another Blogger's Meet Up

Again we met yesterday. Just had to meet. Once you start you can’t stay away from them. It’s like an itch that you just have to scratch; it’s like that cheap pleasure when you hit the right spot in your ear when using a cotton bud. Present without apologies were the same crew of Gishungwa, Guess, Shiroh, Milo, Thinker, and Blue Poet but guess who graced us with an appearance as well. MentalAcrobatics, Kenyan Pundit and the very real Daud el Raud the blog hater. In the mix was Mental's cousin, a fellow blogger as well Ncruba and Mental’s brother Hendrix…which he insisted was Hendrix as in Stevie not Jimmy…and Mental’s sister as well. Word of advice Mental, even us guys have relas to bring hakuna cha showing off.

Now a blog on this second meet up requires Cohunes. I’m telling you there is so much to say so little letters on the alphabet. Where can one start? Too many angles to take it. There is my usual fictional style…or the Sleeze (and I know how sleaze is spelt) Crew style…or we can even do a part 1-5 mini-blog mini series kind of thing which is what I’m going to do for a change. This time nothing has been fabricated, and like in 24, the following events took place in real time and place…I remind you again nothing has been fabricated or blown out of proportion or exaggerated. However real words used may be taken out of context and get misplaced for added dramatic effects. What you will note is none of the bloggers will refute what will be typed…however there will be repercussions and all I can say is, “ It’s a good thing there is part 1-5”

(The ban against posting was lifted after everyone realised there was too much dirt to be swept under the carpet)

So this is Part 1: A quick Summary

We all gathered yesterday, invites had been unleashed by our dear host Gish. Setting-around 3 tables on it were various drinks, various meats, and occasionally various bloggers got up and showed us that the pelvic bone has a life of its own!

Gishungwa: I have never seen a lap dance like that. A chick can dip it low, roll it all around…trust me her milkshake can bring all the boys in the yard…Yaani she was dropping it like it was hot straight from the fire into the laps of unsuspecting bloggers. Even Blue at one point couldn’t handle the heat and he run for his dear life…its scary seeing a bump-and-grind dance scene of the Lambada type between Gish and Blue (I'm telling you his prosthetic hip is doing him justice!!!!!) A walking hurricane she is…at one point She and Guess were screaming for Hendrix’s 18 inches (that’s probably part 2 of the story)…and the other time Blue was shouting to her “Use a Condom, don’t use your hands.” She has promised me to take me to Lamu and feed me Pilau by candlelight. Now I’m yet to find out if that’s a metaphor but she said I bring the candle and she can bring the fire…

Guess: You guys need to know how and with what she says goodbye with and also for how long! Let’s just say her hands do the talking and the walking and the pinching and tugging…She had guys running away in violated…she is a mean perpetrating terrorizing machine. She is not suitable for under 30 I’m telling you! Nipples were tweaked, chest hairs yanked, necks necked, ribs pocked…all the guys were Kermit’s and she was Miss Piggy with nothing to lose! She was doing cartwheels to trap thinker.

Shiroh: She was there claiming her stake! With either me or Mental…you should have seen how she escorted Mental holding hands swinging back and forth, with both almost skipping in rhythm with the moon as their back-drop. And she had this Vaseline thing going on. One time she was on Milo’s lips greasing them…next she was all over my face pretending to be applying Vaseline on my face...next she was in my trousers wanting to see my legs after Blue had displayed his. Oh, according to her-she has discharged the burden onto us, apparently burden of proof lies with us, the guys, who argued we were being sexually harassed!

Milo: Did you know he wears contacts…not effective because he sure didn’t see them coming! Now, the poor thing was violated in more ways than one. There was Guess and Gish, and there was Gish and Guess who were all over his ribs in a tickling fit…amidst giggles and spit bubbles and gas he scampered off for safety…you would too if guess was hot on your heels doing cartwheels.

Thinker: The quiet one with his Curly Kit and Jerry-Curl juices.... A reserved observer, very cool, calm and collected…remember the insinuations about him and Guess…needless to say the two needed a bigger room than Thinker’s Room…those two were more comfy with each other than a well fed child sucking his thumb, sleeping snuggly in his bed, in the middle of a thundering and pouring night, all covered up warm under a mosquito net. He was quoted saying he is not a fighter but a thinker!

BluePoet: No, he wasn’t in his famous track suit with concentric circles of sweat in his armpits… this Mack Daddy Lover Boy was hitting on everything in a skirt…even the waiter who in the right angle with his apron looked like was wearing a skirt. So, he took it upon himself to start rating Guess’s, Gish’s and Shiroh’s Ass. He started with a suggestion of putting their touche’s on display and we’d vote HOT or NOT….trust me part 2 of the story will have the ratings each got!

Mental: The Godfather was adamant not to repeat his butt show without the consent of his manager and agent who by the way are the same talents scouts that signed Gish as well! But nothing more can be said because he holds with him pictures of people in very compromising situations and not to mention I’m part of the admin team which many wanted to understand how I got in…bygones…. So he shall not be mentioned any further. Nor shall we discuss the fact that while we were all eating ugali and meat he was there chowing (is that the word for swallowing without chewing?) on ugali alone with Kachumbari…probably some non-vegetarian resolution???

Kenyan Pundit: WOW as Thinker would say. Graced us with her presence, such a total babe and downright friendly! I’m telling you she was eating Nyam Chom with a fork and knife…right Pundit??

Daud El Raud: I was relieved that he came so that I could finally prove I do not post as him! He definitely came for the free grub...huddled in one corner smiling to himself and his plate of chicken. A tad bit slow too-only in the last minutes was he dumbfounded to realize that Guess was Guessaurus…he almost hugged the stuffing out of her the second time.

Hendrix: Mental's Bro...he really got to know Guess and Gishungwa...mmm mmm mmm R rated! Plus he has incriminating evidence as well...then again so do we.

So what’s coming up in Part 2…
-Who drunk what and how much?
-Do the girls drink more than the guys?
-Who was flirting with whom and how was the flirting being done?
-Who was all over whom?
-Who was dressed as flimsy as their manners? Actually I can tell you that now-DAUD EL RAUD
-Where were Blue’s thumbs?
-Who was Blue’s Wangu of the Mugumo tree?
-Were Nick, Thinker and Daud and Mental just drinking FANTA or were they upto no good??
-Who left with whom?
-Who wore the same underwear like they had on the first time?

Hey and we might have a flashback to the FIRST meeting:
-Where a certain woman said she became a woman at age 4
-2 ladies were in a cat fight over Mental’s phone call?
-The real saga about who arrived with whom and left with whom?
-Was blue giving piggy back rides to Kipepeo with her pig-tails?

Stay tuned!