I was reminded of this gem today:
Once upon a time at college, a very sweet and earnest boy called Minga rang the Choreography Team leader, a much sought-after beauty.
She picked up, Hullo?
Minga cleared his throat, Hi. This is Minga and I'm calling from the Students Union..
Beauty replied, Err.. Minga? Yeah right! And this is Chinga.
Huh? No no, my name is Minga!, he protested.
Yeah and my name is Linga!, she said and hung up.
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I like to singa, on the moona and the springa and the... juna? Wait how did that one go?
Awww... poor Minga!
(Makes a note: Must thank mother for normal name.)
tch, tch, tch...beauties, they always fuck up for one Minga, if not more.
Well jerry, for some inexplicable reason, that actually made sense... I'm only trying to figure out how it made sense...
hehehehe.
i know i've been out of the blog-o-sphere, but i'm back with a vengeance.
toodle-oo!
I'm with ts on this one.
On both points.
I'm with TS on this one. :)
Jerry,
Your cousin, AVB dated this beauty.
she sounds like a lingum more than a linga.....
@Renovatio: heh...
@Snake Anthony: damn, blogging is scary! :)
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