Samit Sharma
Published July 10, 2015
Yo Minion aficionados!
Minions are in real life, Homer heads. Not like fans of the the Greek author Homer no surname, but literal heads of Homer Simpson.
Minions speak in Minion, their own awesome gobbledygook. They love bananas, butt jokes and blowing things up. I’m writing all this stuff in case you’re Minion-impaired, a condition often confused with being a total moron. Minions have only one person: to serve the most despicable master. Which is me. I’d do anything to have some minion companions. They would make great soldiers in my world dictatorship campaign. All I need to do is to find them. Or make them, which ever happens earlier.
Now all I’m trying to say is go watch the Minions movie. That’s the whole point of this particular email. Take out two hours from your weekend and go watch the 91 minute Minions movie at a Multiplex near you. Don’t do it for me. Do it for this Minion Chakraborty.
Sorry this email was late. I was forced to clothes-shop today. Which is the most mundane thing on earth. Things would be a lot better if everyone was happy with track pants. Yeah track pants. Not pyjamas. I’m mature now. Bazinga!
Tis, mate was Weekly Email blast, Email 16. Poopaye !!!
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