(W)ilbur is for Loser

We’re back after many months of searching for a new sponsor! RC Cola! Do you have Coke? No? Pepsi? No? Fanta? Really? RC Cola! Diabetic mediocrity: RC Cola! Ginger ale? No!? Really?

Anyway, today we’re speaking with the lesser, bald Wright brother: Wilbur. His name even lets me down.

HB: Wilbur, what was it like to fly…for less than 30 seconds?

WW: Exhilarating! But then the excitement wore off when I realized that my brother’s, Orville’s, hair was flowing wildly in the wind.  I became self-conscious and slid on a cap, at which point I crashed.

HB: I understand.  Angry because you just kept your head stationary while a cold wind whipped your stubble?

WW: It’s deflating.

HB: Ohio or North Carolina, who was first in aviation?

WW: North Carolina, because Cleveland, right!?

HB: Yahahahaha

WW: Yahahahaha

HB: Shut up!  …Kitty Hawk.  What’s the deal?

WW: It’s named after an old, old woman’s kitten that was eaten by a hawk.

HB: Makes sense.

WW: My brother didn’t invent popcorn, if that’s your next question.

HB: Nice to meet you, Wilbur!  Until next time.