Jeus:
Ciroc Ambassadors, Banky W, Toke Makinwa and Tekno were pictured on a private jet as they embark on their ambassadorial duties.

Banky W rocked an expensive Mai Atfo Suit, Toke Makinwa keeps slaying and Tekno kept it simple.

They each took a sip of the popular vodka brand.

NEWS VIA: http://www.jamienaija.com/2017/06/banky-w-toke-makinwa-and-tekno-chilling.html

wickyyolo:

When you get rich you will know money is not everything.
Find something you love while making that doe.

Rukkydelta:

Yes I know
But money rules the world

Jaytecq:

and who told you they wont, even when their old?

dmltoyin:
Wow Cool


Buh why is Tokez body shining like dz na Do they now apply makeup on all body part
Beautiful anyway

Jeus:
Ciroc Ambassadors, Banky W, Toke Makinwa and Tekno were pictured on a private jet as they embark on their ambassadorial duties.

Banky W rocked an expensive Mai Atfo Suit, Toke Makinwa keeps slaying and Tekno kept it simple.

They each took a sip of the popular vodka brand.

NEWS VIA: http://www.jamienaija.com/2017/06/banky-w-toke-makinwa-and-tekno-chilling.html

dmltoyin:
Wow
Cool



Buh why is Tokez body shining like dz na
Do they now apply makeup on all body part

Beautiful anyway

Jakumo:


Money don't get everything its true
But what money cain't get, I cain't use

I need money, that's what I wan't
I need money, that's, what I want

That's what I waaaaant hey hey

That's what Iiiiiii waaant.

Jakumo:


You know you lyin' bro. Even if that jet was chartered, it takes serious money to afford that means of transportation, which of course never fails to impress mortals of average means, WORLDWIDE, including ALL "civilized countries".

American celebs pose in private jets all the time, to amaze the peasants who sit in economy class if ever they fly. Those who OWN the private jets, and who regularly flaunt their rich mans' toys, include actor John Travolta, who owns FIVE jet aircraft, Harrison Ford, who owns a small fleet of aircraft, and Tiger Woods, ALL of who pose proudly with their birds at every opportunity that arises.

Jakumo:


Did you misspell slippery as "sleepery" because your subconscious mind is SCREAMING that you want to SLEEP with her, or was that misspelling due to rampaging speculation about the notion of slipping between those luscious toned thighs, for a spot of good-old fashioned humping ?


Oh, sorry, I forgot that you punctuated your sour grapes comment with the exclamation "nonsense", which must mean that you would turn down a chance to date a woman with that level of illegal beauty, simply as a matter of principle.


Without charging any psychologist's professional fees, I hereby diagnose you as a frustrated angry man who is trapped in marriage to a wife that looks like Mama Peace, of the Sheppoppotamus fame, and as a result would gladly write any number of bounced checks just for the privilege of sniffing the underwear worn by that extremely beautiful woman with the amazing legs, all dressed up for lust in slippery satin, and wearing no bra underneath.

On second thoughts, that'll be ten dollars for the free consultation, payable in cash, since you obviously can't be trusted, Mr. Nonsense.

Jakumo:


Did you misspell slippery as "sleepery" because your subconscious mind is SCREAMING that you want to SLEEP with her, or was that misspelling due to rampaging speculation about the notion of slipping between those luscious toned thighs, for a spot of good-old fashioned humping ?


Oh, sorry, I forgot that you punctuated your sour grapes comment with the exclamation "nonsense", which must mean that you would turn down a chance to date a woman with that level of illegal beauty, simply as a matter of principle.


Without charging any psychologist's professional fees, I hereby diagnose you as a frustrated angry man who is trapped in marriage to a wife that looks like Mama Peace, of the Sheppoppotamus fame, and as a result would gladly write any number of bounced checks just for the privilege of sniffing the underwear worn by that extremely beautiful woman with the amazing legs, all dressed up for lust in slippery satin, and wearing no bra underneath.

On second thoughts, that'll be ten dollars for the free consultation, payable in cash, since you obviously can't be trusted, Mr. Nonsense.