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”NUH BADDIE NEVA BEAT MI A ME SEH RING TO MI TING”

hi met and di world dis is TANYA GLAMA, now mi tink dem woulda dash dis inn aready but it look like dem fraid suh mi a deet, now fi all a di johncrow dem who neva deh deh and a talk shit and fi all who TRUDY STAY BAD GRAB OFF tell sey shi beat mi let mi clear it up and den ONLY who was there mi want fi run inn cause mi nuh know why some idiot gal dey pan mi name and dem neva deh deh, but a suh it go anytin wit TANYA GLAMA name inna it di bad affi talk cause dem want fi see mi dead. now me and TRUDY STAY BAD GRAB OFF neva have anytin shi jus hate mi long time fi wah reason i dont know, suh shi start walk wit mi baby fada baby mada gal who mi beat 3 time and shit jus fi show mi sey shi really nuh inna nutten wid mi, before mi left florida me and TRUDY STAY BAD GRAB OFF kick off and mi send er up under er mumma mi have witness, mi ring TRUDY phone bout hundred time a tell er fi tell mi wey shi deh suh wi can fiss it out and all shi do a dey pan di phone a put on a show fi er idiot fren dem and a sey mi cyan beg out dis one and a call mi a call trudy fi jus tell mi wey shi dey so wi can fiss it out, but a inna club TRUDY want deh inna fi hype and ppl hold she and me back fi shi get fi lick u and run shi nuh want a clean fight cause a suh shi stay, now mi gone bout mi business gone live mi life, buy mi good good clothes fi come down here and have a good time and come dirty up miself wit dis gal who always look dirty, now mi hear sey TRUDY a walk and tell ppl sey shi lick mi 2 time inna mi face and kick mi and shi lick badup 3 time, NOOOOOOWWWWWWWWWWW!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! can somebody please to tell mi is when did dat happen cause it look like true TRUDY neva did a gwan wit nuhtin mi fall asleep, TRUDY STAY BAD GRAB OFF is wah mek u lie suh is when u lick and kick mi TRUDY u only can wish dat, met half a di dance mi have TRUDY shoes inna di video a hold up and shi cyan come to mi fi it and nuh gal cyan have mi shoes wey mi go store go buy wit my money and mi nuh tek it back from er, mi baby fada in deh wit him baby mada whole nite a dance and him nuh stop watch mi till him couldnt tek it nuh more him come ova to mi and me and him catch up till all security affi come fi him and here comes TRUDY STAY BAD GRAB OFF come on mi blind spot and pull mi hair afta all nite mi have di shoes inna mi hand and shi coulda step to mi but a when shi see mi back turn then shi run come, now ppl a sey is a set up a plan dem plan it fi him come hold mi fi TRUDY run inn but before him step to mi him step to mi fren and tell er him a come talk to mi fi peace and fi gi back TRUDY er shoes, nuh bad gal nuh do dat bad gal see ppl and run inn pan dem, dem nuh wait till ppl and ppl catch up fi run inn and a dat TRUDY do cause shi a coward big time, afta di club TRUDY STAY BAD GRAB OFF out side a wait pan er shoes and mi pass TRUDY 3 foot away wit er shoes a beat inna mi hand and all now BAD GAL TRUDY STAY BAD GRAB OFF nuh do shit or sey shit, if u look good pan di pic dem a outside a di club dem tek she have one foot and me have di next and shi couldnt tek it or ask mi fi it, NUH BLOODCLAT IDIOT GAL CYAN TEK MY SHOES WEY MEEEEEEEEEEE GO STORE GO BUY WIT MY MONEY AND MI NUH TEK IT BACK FROM ER AND WORST SHI PASS MI WIT IT INNA HAND U MUST SI MAD!!! MI A GO FI MI SHOES CAUSE A MY SHOES, now TRUDY STAY BAD GRAB OFF a walk a look hype bout fight and nuh fight neva gwan cause shi shame shi couldnt come fi er shoes, suh if all who a run off dem stinking mouth bout baby fada hold fi TRUDY lick mi woulda love fi know is when dat happen, unnu a talk tins and unnu neva deh deh cause unnu hate mi, and fi all who TRUDY tell sey shi beat mi i would love to see dat video now please, mi hear sey dem sey a inn a dem bed dem dey and hear sey mi get lick is when dat lick gwan cause i would like to know please,TRUDY gwan like shi a bullbuck but shi flop, ppl always talk shit bout me all when mi nuh dey somewhere mi name call but unnu lucky,all a mi enemy dem want mi fi jus vanish cause dem want mi space but unnu fail fi understand sey unnu affi great fi do wah mi do inna dance hall, unnu hate mi cause unnu want be me and cyaaaannnnn be me suh unnu jus want mi dead and unnu love fi hear when old house drop down pan mi, but mi bless and a god mi sey, MI NEED ALL A DI PPL DEM DAT WAS THERE TO PLEASE COME TELL MI IS WHEN TRUDY STAY BAD GRAB OFF LICK AND KICK MI PLEASE.

SCREECHI BOPPERS AND FLOPPERS- FLORIDA PEEPS

Woiiii mi seh Met…mi guh ah Screechi and bwoy mi ah tell yuh mi laugh till mi belly busssss up…..Di gal Tanya chat off har mout couple months aguh an run weh…now di gal tink shi brite an fly in fi Screechi dance and mek graboff “grabofff” she and har fren Claudia Badups face…..lmfao….dwrcl….Wen dem get dem beaten all dem coulda seh wuz “mi ah guh call police an lock har up…..di gal Tanya all tek Trudy shoes offa floor fi evidence….Met mi need yuh judgement pon dis yah one yah…..mi need yuh fi distinquish between Graboff, Tanya, and Claudia Badups…cause dem seh Trudy look like man and ungle…..but kuh pon dem tuh…dem look like di zoo keeper figet fi lock dem up een ah dem personal pen…..woiii…..now dis yah gal yah weh wear dis halloween jailhouse outfit….ah which designer create har design cause dat is a terrible messss-up…Claudia (har so called fren) couldn’t tell har seh shi nuh stay good…but hold on mi figet seh Claudia guh buy dollar stocking fi cova up har pot hole leg dem… an look pon dem two gal deh…di one inna di brown and the one inna di blue…bout dem ah fight ova dis yah dread bwoy yah….lawwwwdddd…woiii….mi baddy …mi caan badda….cause him full ah gallll…dats y dem call him Troy gallis……And lets not forget Tracy Champion…mi nah lie…shi did look good…

ICO BLACKS & HIS MAGIC SPERMZ

 

Mettttttttttttt …This is going to make HISTORYYYYYYYYY PON DI PINK WALL…Di whole a England ,Mobay and ALL OVER DI WORLD AH SHELLLL DUNG…Well IcoBlacks who is knwn for keeping the BIGGEST dances in the Uk him year to year dance dem “MOBAY LINK UP” and him and Lucky ah BESTFRIEND …well here goes …ICO AKA “DI GORILLA” well Ico married to one British girl name Lisa to get his stay well I guess Lisa find out seh him ah 3baby on the way this year plus the 4that he already have including her daughter in the 4 so anyways she sent out this bbm message to the WORLD….                                                                                                                                                               ———                                               Every1 I lisa da woman dat married conrad clyde colquhoune aka ico blacks has left him n notified immigration so he no longer has a case goin thru he is loose inna dis he is a worthless piece of shit n him fi look sumtin n nyam like leahs pussy… N wen ur book comes bk I’m gonna ave the plesure off bunnin it up… Ur a wasteman n a waste dad… Walk around like ur some don n all u do is buy pple u a buy liquor n clothes fi man a wah u a battyman eeediat bwoy.. Wat u feel like I was gonna b a fool fi eva well listen dis sunshine mama didn’t raise no fool was jus tryin to help a nigga out but all u show me is disrespect but guess wat a my time to done u  now… Wat u doin for me let’s see u buy ma car no,u pay ma rent no,u pay council tax no,u pay water rate no,n then u got da cheek to ask me bwt put ur name on them to help ur case ico come bite me, this aint a problem cos I like to pay ma owna shit n no pple I dnt get no benefits ma child dnt even get free school meals a who trouble u battybwoy me come from wrkin class pple… Some hurry com up dry foot prick dat com from yrd wid ur 1s n 2s dickhead wat u feel like u a buy breast n car fi gal yh man dem fi clown u out n u wanna be givin gal 70£ to go market yo bigman I dnt shop at nettos or aldi dat ya chump change can’t manage tesco n asda lool … N yes he has recived this bc aswell cos like I said I’m endin ur ting.. Wat u say who laff last laff da longest (y) have a blessed day peeps.
this is the BIGGEST SUSS WEH EVERYBODY AH TALK BOUT since 11:30 last night uk time…..

 

 

MR OCEAN 13

This young stulla yah lef all di way from Spanish Town go St Ann fi pimp di farrin ooman dem. All him duh a meet ooman and tretch out di han fram yasso to desso…Nat only is him good pan di begging him finger dem very neat and slippery.. Ah poor ooman luggage feel di wrath a di slippery finga dem … She meet him a one club , bring him back a har hotel room and when cock seh gimmy mi draws she cud not find not even drawz dat mawnin…. Suh all who a guh A Ocean 13/ Margaritaville unno try mek sure unno lef out dis ex prison bud cause a nuh blood alone deh pan him han oooooooo…vaseline like wow an glue

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GOODMORNING

The setting for God’s peace
by Gloria Small

Early March was a wonderful time of year. The hot winds of summer were still weeks away. Our parsonage sat in the midst of the Kissatche Forest just a few miles out of the twin cities of Pineville-Alexandria in the state of Louisiana. Pineville had been the location of an army training camp during the second great “War to end all Wars.”

The Red River flows through Alexandria and there are many small rivulets that empty into it along the way. We liked to fish in the streams and there were some great feasts from those forays into the old campgrounds. In late spring, we would pack up the children and a picnic basket and head out to the thickets to pick black berries that were as big as the end of your thumb. The children would eat as many berries as they picked and end up with purple stained mouths and hands. The memory of the jam made from those wonderful berries makes my mouth water with anticipation. Not even “Knottsberry Farm” jam could match that full black berry taste. It was a happy time for all of us.

Of all the times during the year, spring was my favorite. The breeze whispered through the wonderful tall white pines and the song they sang lulled me to sleep many nights. The pines were soft needled and the cones they produced huge. When time permitted, I loved to walk through their halls. The dropped needles were a cushion beneath my feet and the sun painted a dappled pattern on the paths as I walked. In the morning, you could see the trails the armadillos made in their “nose to the ground” search for grubs and tender roots.

This place, of all the places we’d lived, was the most peaceful and beautiful. Our parsonage yard was a lovely place as well. There were Azaleas in a multitude of hues and soft petals of the Camellias, the graceful Mimosa tree and of course an old gnarled Crepe Myrtle tree in the side yard.

Experiencing God’s peace firsthand
The day had begun like so many others, I had hung wash outside and it had already dried and been taken in. The children, there were only three at home at the time, were out side playing. The windows were open and I could hear their murmuring as they played in the sand box in the side yard. Before I knew it, it was near lunchtime and I fixed a bite to eat and then went to call the children in. I looked out of the bedroom window at the three of them playing together in the sand. For a few minutes I just watched them. They had made roads in the sand and all three, including my baby girl, were running their toy cars and trucks along the roads. They had even set up make-believe filling stations and trees made out of twigs dotted their sand paved road. I smiled to myself and thought it was really nice to see them playing so peacefully and I almost hated to break up their make believe game.

Just then I saw some movement under the crepe myrtle tree that shaded the sand box. There, at the base of the tree was a coiled snake. I could feel the panic well up in my throat and I put my hand over my mouth to stifle the scream that was trying to force its way through my vocal cords. It was then I felt a hand of calm touch my heart saying, “Peace be still.” To my amazement my voice gently told the children to lay down their toys and get up slowly and come into the house at once.

They obeyed immediately! Now that in itself was a miracle. Usually there would be an argument. The “please just a little while longer, Mommy” or “we don’t want to come in now.” Because, of course, they knew that after lunch was nap time. But, there was none of that now, only obedience as they left their toys in the sand. As I look back on that time, I know that it was the LORD’S hand protecting my children from the danger they did not know they were in.

As they moved to obey my voice the snake rose as if to strike. There was no time to pray then, no time to call on the name of the LORD. Only the grace of God kept that snake from striking one of those tender arms or legs. Only that peace He spoke to my heart kept the screams from tearing out of my throat. The children did not even see the danger that lurked beneath that tree and blithely came running in for lunch.

Once the children were safely in the house, I set them to washing their hands and I went to the garage and got a spade. With out thinking I went to the sand box and raised that sharp spade and brought it down again and again on the snake until it no longer moved. I left it there and went back into the house to feed my children, shaking with a sense of righteous purpose.

After lunch, I put the children down for their nap and then went back out to scoop up the snake and put it into a small cardboard box. Then when I saw the snake that I had severed into many pieces I realized just what the LORD had saved my children from. The snake was a Copperhead! Now, my body shook with emotion as I fell to my knees in thanksgiving. My mind raced with the “what ifs” and I knew I had witnessed my very own miracle that day. God had given me the strength and peace I needed to act with in His instructions. The snake was dead, the danger gone.

Remembering God’s peace and mercy
Now years later, the LORD brings the day to my mind and the lessons of that snake are clear as if written in stone upon my heart. I could not have done what I did in my own strength. My panic was calmed by the voice of my Savior. “Peace be still” is His message in the face of whatever situation I may face.

The danger of that snake is like the danger of sin. It must be cut out and dealt with at the time and not left to imperil my soul and my testimony. And there are times that the LORD will allow “snakes” to come in to my life. I need to listen to His voice and heed His instructions. If I do, the outcome will indeed be peace and safety. How grateful I am for that miracle the LORD allowed me to partake in and the lessons that keep re-enforcing His perfect will in my life.


 

 

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