Sup bro! Pissed as a rat, this pretty suss treaty is as thermo-nuclear as a shithouse kumara. Mean while, in the wop wops, a Taniwha and Hercules Morse, as big as a horse were up to no good with a bunch of rip-off Monopoly, the New Zealand version with Queen Street and stuffs. The flat stick force of his rooting was on par with Dr Ropata's snarky wifebeater singlet. Put the jug on will you bro, all these choice utes can wait till later. The first prize for whinging goes to... The Topp Twins and his hard yakka whanau, what a ankle biter. Bro, chilly bins are really pearler good with same same but different wekas, aye. You have no idea how dodgy our wicked Swanndris were aye. Every time I see those stuffed bottles of tomato sauce it's like Rangitoto Island all over again aye, Something good will come my way, maybe this good thing's gonna happen today. Anyway, some uni student is just The Hungery Caterpilar in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start preparing the hungi with the whitebait fritter, mate. After the gumboot is munted, you add all the bloody rugby balls to the cookie time you've got yourself a meal.

Technology has allowed bung hokey pokeys to participate in the global conversation of epic native vegetables. The next Generation of mint sad guys have already cooked over at Castle Hill. What's the hurry Tama? There's plenty of lengths of number 8 wire in the pub. The fish n' chip shop holds the most sweet as community in the country.. I'll see you right, can I arks you a question, Speights, pride of the south for over 100 years. Fred Dagg was cruising for a brusing when the naff reffing the game event occured. Spit the dummy, eh, on the piss.

No wucken forries, this cracker hongi is as chronic as a hard case holden. Mean while, in South Pacific, Hairy Maclary from Donaldson's Dairy and Bazza were up to no good with a bunch of kiwi as keas. The sweet force of his wobbling was on par with James Cook's nuclear-free kiwiburger. Put the jug on will you bro, all these hammered Hei-tikis can wait till later. Chur bro, always blow on the pie. The first prize for packing a sad goes to... Helen Clarke and his paru pavlova, what a dole bludger. Sort your drinking out, take a squiz. Bro, chocolate fishes are really solid rimu good with rough as guts jerseys, aye. You have no idea how carked it our outrageously awesome boxes of fluffies were aye.

Every time I see those mean as Edmonds Cook Books it's like Mt Cook all over again aye, can't handle the jandle. Anyway, Cardigan Bay is just Rhys Darby in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start burning my Vogel's with the sheep, mate. After the lamington is skived off, you add all the buzzy jelly tip icecreams to the foreshore and seabed issue you've got yourself a meal. Technology has allowed beached as sheilas to participate in the global conversation of crook old man's beards. The next Generation of sweet as hotties have already rooted over at the sausage sizzle. What's the hurry Lomu? There's plenty of cans of Watties Baked Beans in the Four Square supermarket. The beach holds the most rip-off community in the country.. Jonah Lomu was munting when the beaut whale watching event occured.

Don't be a sad guy, share Kiwipsum with your friends