Bahama Drama

Organized crime in the Bahamas has a very good PR team, the Royal Bahamas police force does not.

Y’all joking…

If you go around town with your pants sagging off your ass, you like man… ♂️

Bahama Drama mixed remedy for all sickness

1.) Singing for people, especially if you no that you can’t sing.
2.) Dancing.
3.) Listening to jokes, telling jokes.
4.) Being told by anybody I love you.
5.) Smiling even when you don’t feel it.
6.) Watching animals play.
7.) Dave Chappelle.
8.) Our Facebook page & group.

Heaven is real. But you won’t get there raising hell with people who you don’t like…

The Lost Boy

Good night Bahama Drama please keep me anonymous. I know that it’s kinda late to be asking you to post something but what I want you to post is not a story but something that’s happening right now.

Ever since we moved in this house I could’ve felt something was wrong. Just looking at the house from the outside you could almost tell that it was haunted by old bad spirits who never found rest.

With the graveyard being almost in our backyard no wonder my aunt got it for such a low price. Plus there are no street lights from 2 miles away just a Rocky dirt road leading leading back into town. This islands have a lot of them trust me.

We’ve been living in the house going on 4 months now and every night a 3:00am the boy knocks on my room window and all I can see is a dark shadow standing outside my window facing the old graveyard.

I know it’s a kid because Everytime I’ve gone outside to try to communicate with it he always rain back into the graveyard laughing with the sound of a little boys voice.

Out of curiosity tonight I’ll leave the window open just to see if he’d come into talk with me and tell me what is it that he wants. I was reading a book that said that if a spirit let’s you see them it’s because they want help.

Plus I have my night lamp on until 12:00am. Wish me luck Bahama Drama and my friends on this page. I’m hoping that he actually opens up to me tonight y’all. I’m so excited.

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Boy y’all could play aye. I was moving with another relative freak that.

We have the video of the fight with the 2 guys, one with a gun. We won’t post sorry…

The Queen vs the princess

My flight was being served by an obviously gay flight attendant, who seemed to put everyone in a good mood as he served us food and drinks.

As the plane prepared to descend, he came swishing down the aisle and told us that “Captain Marvey has asked me to announce that he’ll be landing the big scary plane shortly, so lovely people, if you could just put your trays up, that would be super.”

On his trip back up the aisle, he noticed this well-dressed and rather Arabic-looking woman hadn’t moved a muscle. “Perhaps you didn’t hear me over those big brute engines but I asked you to raise your trazy-poo, so the main man can pitty-pat us on the ground.”

She calmly turned her head and said, “In my country, I am called a Princess and I take orders from no one.”

To which (I swear) the flight attendant replied, without missing a beat, “Well, sweet-cheeks, in my country I’m called a Queen, so I outrank you.

Tray-up, Bitch.”

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Borrowed story y’all. I was sleeping all day 😴