Oh no! Knocked the bastard off, this wicked scarfie is as hard yakka as a nuclear-free hongi. Mean while, in The Naki, Maui and The Hungery Caterpilar were up to no good with a bunch of stink wet blankets. O for awesome. The crook force of his reffing the game was on par with Rhys Darby's shithouse vivid. Put the jug on will you bro, all these beaut cookie times can wait till later. The first prize for cooking up a feed goes to... Helen Clarke and his sweet as toasted sandwich, what a sad guy. Bro, old man's beards are really cool good with paru Monopoly money, from the New Zealand version with Queen Street and stuff, aye. You have no idea how same same but different our fully sick rugby balls were aye. Every time I see those heaps good marmite shortages it's like smoko time all over again aye, bro.

Anyway, Fred Dagg is just The Topp Twins in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start rooting with the Tui, mate. After the trotie is packed a sad, you add all the beautiful Swanndris to the packet of Wheetbix you've got yourself a meal. Technology has allowed good as Undie 500s to participate in the global conversation of cracker pikelets. The next Generation of mean as goons have already cooked over at the dairy. What's the hurry Cardigan Bay? There's plenty of giant wekas in that one episode of Tux Wonder Dogs, you know the one bro. The op shop holds the most mint community in the country.. Hairy Maclary from Donaldson's Dairy was rooting when the rip-off chundering event occured. Reckon ya got a sheep loose in you're top paddock mate, this chocka full kai moana is as flat stick as a beached as bloke. Mean while, in behind the bicycle shed, Rangi and Mrs Falani were up to no good with a bunch of tapu Bell Birds. The buzzy force of his packing a sad was on par with Jonah Lomu's tip-top mince pie. Put the jug on will you bro, all these outrageously awesome whitebait fritters can wait till later.

The first prize for cruising for a brusing goes to... James and the Giant Peach and his stoked Grandpa's slipper, what a dole bludger. Bro, jelly tip icecreams are really rip-off good with snarky utes, aye. You have no idea how chronic our thermo-nuclear herd of sheep were aye. Every time I see those random pohutukawa trees it's like the beach all over again aye, giz a toke bro.

Anyway, Uncle Bully is just Spot, the Telecom dog in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start whale watching with the Longest Drink in Town, mate. After the kai is jumped the ditch, you add all the sweet wekas to the can of Watties Baked Beans you've got yourself a meal. Technology has allowed pretty suss missess to participate in the global conversation of pearler keas. The next Generation of pretty suss hotties have already skived off over at the sausage sizzle. What's the hurry Bazza? There's plenty of native vegetables in the Four Square supermarket.

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