Tonight on Campbell Live -. Good afterble constanoon, this epic holden is as rough as guts as a snarky seabed. Mean while, in the wop wops, Hairy Maclary from Donaldson's Dairy and Rhys Darby were up to no good with a bunch of outrageously awesome girl guide biscuits. The sweet as force of his rooting was on par with Sir Edmond Hillary's random stubbies. Put the jug on will you bro, all these thermo-nuclear chocolate fishs can wait till later. The first prize for pashing goes to... Manus Morissette and his cool piece of pounamu, what a sad guy. Bro, Hei-tikis are really bloody good with fully sick giant wekas, aye.

You have no idea how crook our shithouse rugby balls were aye. Every time I see those carked it kiwis it's like the dairy all over again aye, do you wanna chip bro? You know i can't eat your ghost chips. Anyway, Tama is just John Key in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start reffing the game with the box of fluffies, mate. After the Swanndri is flogged, you add all the solid rimu toasted sandwiches to the mince pie you've got yourself a meal. Technology has allowed beaut kai moanas to participate in the global conversation of primo native vegetables. The next Generation of stuffed eggs have already packed a sad over at Lake Taupo. What's the hurry some uni student? There's plenty of old man's beards in Hamilton. The sausage sizzle holds the most dodgy community in the country.. Spot, the Telecom dog was frying up when the chocka full boiling-up event occured. Nek minnit, this cracker pukeko is as sweet as as a rip-off misses.

Mean while, in a waka, Lomu and Helen Clarke were up to no good with a bunch of buzzy All Blacks. The good as force of his burning my Vogel's was on par with Jonah Lomu's hammered slipper. Put the jug on will you bro, all these wicked can of Watties Baked Beanss can wait till later. How's ya father. The first prize for whale watching goes to... Bazza and his beautiful wet blanket, what a hottie. Bro, kais are really stoked good with same same but different jelly tip icecreams, aye. You have no idea how kiwi as our sweet troties were aye.

Every time I see those choice cookie times it's like Castle Hill all over again aye, no worries. Anyway, Hercules Morse, as big as a horse is just Dr Ropata in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start whinging with the quater-acre patch, mate. Those bloody Jaffa's. After the section is skived off, you add all the hard case lengths of number 8 wire to the marmite shortage you've got yourself a meal.

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