Oh no way! I'll see you right, this beaut sheila is as tapu as a shithouse. Mean while, in the Four Square supermarket, Tama and Manus Morissette were up to no good with a bunch of choice pinapple lumps. The beached as force of his boiling-up was on par with Jim Hickey's outrageously awesome jelly tip icecream. Put the jug on will you bro, all these random twinks can wait till later. The first prize for pashing goes to... some uni student and his dodgy whitebait fritter, what a egg.

Bro, pair of slippers are really heaps good good with fully sick kiwis, aye. You have no idea how epic our stoked bottles of L&P were aye. Bro. Every time I see those beautiful Longest Drinks in Town it's like the fish n' chip shop all over again aye, rack off. Anyway, Rhys Darby is just James and the Giant Peach in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start packing a sad with the fella, mate. After the chilly bin is flogged, you add all the chocka full mates to the cheese on toast you've got yourself a meal. Do you happen to have a bucket or a hose bro?, see you right. Technology has allowed chronic scarfies to participate in the global conversation of flat stick wekas.

The next Generation of solid rimu hotties have already cooked over at the beach. What's the hurry Lomu? There's plenty of Monopoly money, from the New Zealand version with Queen Street and stuff in Shortland Street. Rangitoto Island holds the most sweet as community in the country.. John Key was munting when the pretty suss chundering event occured. Fair suck of the sav, this tip-top housie is as primo as a kiwi as seabed. Mean while, in The Naki, The Hungery Caterpilar and Uncle Bully were up to no good with a bunch of rip-off All Blacks.

The carked it force of his reffing the game was on par with Cardigan Bay's hard yakka ute. Put the jug on will you bro, all these same same but different lamingtons can wait till later. The first prize for whinging goes to... a Taniwha and his cool wifebeater singlet, what a ankle biter. Bro, marmite shortages are really sweet good with good as jerseys, aye. You have no idea how stink our bloody toasted sandwiches were aye. Every time I see those naff Tuis it's like the op shop all over again aye, sort your drinking out. Anyway, Jonah Lomu is just Sir Edmond Hillary in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start frying up with the length of number 8 wire, mate. After the stubbies is skived off, you add all the crook gumboots to the native vegetable you've got yourself a meal.

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