INT. MINGA'S HOUSE, AUCKLAND CITY - DAY
Minga's Uncle who's a PILOT feels sorry for her.
Uncle: I have a PILOT friend who asked me if I know anyone, any lovely single girls he could possibly date. He's a great guy, a bit shy but very decent.
Uncle: No.
Minga: Geriatric?Uncle: No.
Minga: Here's my number.
Two weeks go by. Minga gets a call from Uncle, the PILOT.
Uncle: So did you two meet up?
Minga: He never called.
Uncle: What?Minga: Yeah, he never called.
Awkward silence. Uncle: Ah he was too shy anyway and who the hell wants to start a relationship with someone who's shy? I say you're better off...
So in conclusion, Minga managed to repel a PILOT, who hadn't even met her, let alone even seen a picture of her.
I hate pilots. They no longer deserve the caps lock. Bastards.
2 comments:
I think that I'm repelling again myself. Could be next week's.
Brilliant. Me and Ginga believe there is an actual God of Repelling. He must be obeyed.
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