For all you ladies who have found it difficult to tell that Poor thing that his tenure is over, we at Ninjacorp (an NGO) have decided to make your life a lot more easier. Just print out this form and send it over to the fella. Dont forget to fill his name where appropriate]


Dear (____rejectee's name here____ ),

I regret to inform you that you have been eliminated from further contention as my Mr. Right.

As you are probably aware, the competition was exceedingly tough and dozens of well-qualified candidates such as yourself also failed to make the final cut. I will, however, keep your name on file should an opening become available. So that you may find better success in your future romantic endeavors, please allow me to offer the following reason(s) you were disqualified from the competition:

[Check all those that apply]

___ Your breasts are bigger than mine.

___ Your last name is objectionable. I can't imagine taking it, hyphenating it, or subjecting my children to it.

___ The fact that our finest dining experience to date has been at Iya Basira reveals a thriftiness that I find unappealing.

___ Your inadvertent admission that you "buy condoms by the truckload" indicates that you may be interested in me for something other than my personality.

___ You failed the 20 Question Rule, i.e., I asked you 20 questions about yourself before you asked me one.

___ Your legs are skinnier than mine. If you can FIT into my pants, then you can't GET into my pants.

___ Your "Putting on a few, aren't you babe?" comment, given the 9-months pregnant size of Your Own beer gut, was inappropriate.

___ You failed the credit check.

___ I find your inability to fix my car extraordinarily unappealing.

___ The fact that your apartment has been condemned reveals an inherent slovenliness that I fear is unbreakable.

___ The phrase "My Mother" has popped up far too often in conversation.

___ You still live with your parents, and attending night classes to get your High School diploma, are slight negatives.

___ You mention your ex-wife's name more than you mention mine.

Ninja,

abeg commot this thing before my wives see am. No spoil my show for 2mrw

hmmm ninja na wah oooo

ur posts are umaaaaaaaaaaan

u don marry

Printing a copy, addressing it and sending it to , Thank you, i have been looking for a way to dump his broke Arse

whose ass?

who mary again

Lola, right back @ u. I hope i aint stepping on anybody's toes.

Aisha, think twice before u send dat form oooo. Men dey scarce these days.

Ahh, Ituen, i sure sey u get sense pass this one no be small. U can handle this on na. Abi?

i trust d guy ,

too much brain

Thnaks lola

u ar welcom

he's always welkum
@topic
nice one u av hia.

The Men are scare thing is just a mhty. Men are more than women in nigeria and worldwide, This is statistically proven

and who ar u bout to drop

folly dey fear

hmmmmmmmmmmm

tufe dear,

so u ar back withou hinting me

hav bin bodad since dat u ought 2 hav com since u wer comin by air

u ar welcom hony

wetin i dey see?

Tufe don become man oh

u dey kraze , and u have become a boi

Dear (IHEM HURU N'ITE ABUGHI ERO),

I regret to inform you that you have been eliminated from further contention as my Mr. Right.

As you are probably aware, the competition was exceedingly tough and dozens of well-qualified candidates such as yourself also failed to make the final cut. I will, however, keep your name on file should an opening become available. So that you may find better success in your future romantic endeavors, please allow me to offer the following reason(s) you were disqualified from the competition:

[Check all those that apply]

My breasts are bigger than yours.

Your last name is objectionable. I can't imagine taking it, hyphenating it, or subjecting my children to it.

The fact that our finest dining experience to date has been at Iya Basira reveals a thriftiness that I find unappealing.

Your inadvertent admission that you "buy condoms by the truckload" indicates that you may be interested in me for something other than my personality.

You failed the 20 Question Rule, i.e., I asked you 20 questions about yourself before you asked me one.

Your legs are skinnier than mine. If you can FIT into my pants, then you can't GET into my pants.

Your "Putting on a few, aren't you babe?" comment, given the 9-months pregnant size of Your Own beer gut, was inappropriate.

You failed the credit check.

The fact that your apartment has been condemned reveals an inherent slovenliness that I fear is unbreakable.

The phrase "My Mother" has popped up far too often in conversation.

You still live with your parents, and attending night classes to get your High School diploma, are slight negatives.

You mention your ex-wife's name more than you mention mine.

lol, this was cute.

@ Ninjabyte

this is hilarious, i am so stealing this, i cant stop laughing, "ur breast are bigger than mine", hahahahahaha

nightie, is that for ituen

i think so,lets wait and c

Nope

Its not for me, its for segunpc

so u r nw denying her nw abi?

na so life b

ur breast are bigger than mine

lol ninja u must be dat guy *goes off and buys bra for ninjabyte*




i cn see u wearing the bra

clemcy which size u buy for am

size 42L

yeparipa

Clemcy, u sure say u get money to go buy bra? No be d one wey ur hubby carry from .im family heirloom wey .im Mama's mama's sub-mama use, na im u wan carry come dash me? See as u wan open ur nyash make we see ooo. Haba clemcy, no do dis to urself u hear.

hahhaa i cee u

u too don open ur small ynash for us now at least the bra size u

turn around make i see wether e fit u well