Ext. Auckland City - Day
Minga, a dashingly gorgeous woman, of a particular minority diaspora, with an unfortunate limp, walks to the bus stop.
She looks down to her Ipod to blast more ADAM LAMBERT (you heard right, judge me not, eyeliner ridden Jewish homos get me hot) and lo and behold she sees a massive block of chocolate stuck to her shirt.
It's like fudge trampled in by some hefer. It sticks to her t-shirt. She ponders, thinking that she got this shirt out of her drawer. How did chocolate get in there? Are there sugar high fairies that come at night and take cruel vengeance upon mortals for their own sadistic delight? Is Minga suffering from some sort of unknown amnesia in that she spent the whole of last night stuffing her face with chocolate and stuck a little to her shirt to save for breakfast? Did that bitch Gladys get high on crack again and raid her drawers for kicks?
Minga is rather startled and like a true hobo grabs a water bottle and in the middle of the street begins pouring it over the culprit. Then she goes to Uni with a wet-shirt but even then can't get any action. Sitting alone once again, with her backpack and solitary thoughts, she thinks:
SO NOW I AM REPELLING MY OWN CLOTHES.
1 comment:
Burt Reynolds and Ryan Phillippe are hot like Adam Lambert.
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