I am not Bill, you're mistaken. What I write when I am Hungry.
A new tale. So this one evening, I was in a nightclub. Specifically at H2O Kololo. I saw this cute light-skinned babe. She was looking hot. I took two steps back for a closer sight. You know club lights can make an old grannie look 24. So I had to be careful and make a thorough observation. I kept stealing an eye on her multiple times, but later decided to let her realize that I was deliberately paying attention to her. After confirming the expectation, I could then make my move. I first visited the washrooms to _ kunyara obwooba _. Comfortable, with my glass in hand, I walked straight to her with a feigned air of confidence. Eye to eye contact, I approached her table, instead of maintaining the eye contact, I stood and faced the direction where her face was facing. So we happened to be looking at the same thing; a group of young girls shaking their bodies vigorously like they have got no bones. The girls had little nyash but they were over-shaking. After some 30 seconds of silence