Wednesday, 21 March 2012


Fresh says

Greetings, ladies ...gentlemen, light in complexion girls with horses tails for hair, dark skinned women who aspire to be small houses, those good looking really chilled guys that undergraduate girls (ehe you USA’S..) swoon over but then later find out that in the one sided sexual relationship that the working class punks have really bad conversation, are distant and have a chronic bad breath problem (that’s what you get for looking down upon the younger guys....bleeeeh).

 How can we possibly forget uniformed forces...not our beloved police force...but we shall get those guys another day. I mean the High School girls who shall eternally be a problem to varsity boys and a blessing to sugar daddy’s. Their, shortened uniforms and the boys trousers they wear as slacks every winter to heat up our cold frost bitten contents of boxers shorts nationwide. Salutations to the good girls..well we all know those don’t exist. I’m talking about those always in almost knee length skirts, go to church every Sunday late teen to mid twenty girls who always show a great interest to the ‘new pastor’ and who you may find in a bar shaking vehemently to a Winky D song dressed in nothing close to the word decent type of dress.

And we have a special greeting to the Ex Boyfriends, yes you! We all don’t like you, you seem to be that guy that the current girlfriend will not delete from her contacts, you are saved as ‘bharanzi’ or ‘bugger boo’ or..nah Tadie, and why are you saved that way, well so that when us the current boyfriends check the inbox, we see ‘bugger boo’ and momentarily understand that she doesn’t like you anymore or assume that Tadie is some girl who has this queer habit to call you ‘baby’ in text messages..Girls..psh.

If I left you out, don’t worry, in the coming posts, we shall get you...be sure of that we will.

Fresh Says..who is Fresh? Well, Fresh is YOU... yes IWEWE.. WENA! Fresh says is all about saying stuff that we usually wouldn’t want to be known to say for fear of being laughed at...or dumped or having people look at us funny at church because they think you are the devils small house or something. It’s about that hesitant moment of thought that we have for a split second when someone offers to handshake you after they scratch their ‘inside the underwear’ area... and we greet them anyhow, well coz... you know

Fresh Says that’s disgusting...but so are periods... oh well.

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