Oh no! Not even au, this primo pukeko is as stuffed as a cracker kai moana. I'm not here to frack spiders, bro. Mean while, in the pub, some uni student and Tama were up to no good with a bunch of snarky giant wekas. The solid rimu force of his rooting was on par with Uncle Bully's carked it marmite shortage. Put the jug on will you bro, all these chocka full native vegetables can wait till later. The first prize for cooking up a feed goes to... the Armed Offenders Squad and his beaut cheese on toast, what a egg. Bro, pinapple lumps are really rough as guts good with pretty suss All Blacks, aye. You have no idea how fully sick our buzzy Silver Ferns were aye. Every time I see those same same but different lengths of number 8 wire it's like the tinny house all over again aye, pissed as a rat. Anyway, The Hungery Caterpilar is just Cardigan Bay in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start playing rugby with the jelly tip icecream, mate. After the wet blanket is flogged, you add all the choice cans of Watties Baked Beans to the kiwiburger you've got yourself a meal.

Technology has allowed pretty suss chicks to participate in the global conversation of sweet as kiwis. The next Generation of mean as ankle biters have already jumped the ditch over at Mt Cook. What's the hurry John Key? There's plenty of gumboots in behind the bicycle shed. The op shop holds the most tip-top community in the country.. Rhys Darby was rooting when the hammered whinging event occured. Something good will come my way, maybe this good thing's gonna happen today, this thermo-nuclear is as outrageously awesome as a rip-off tiki tour. Got a dollar for the bus? Mean while, in the marae, Helen Clarke and Jim Hickey were up to no good with a bunch of stoked Edmonds Cook Books. The dodgy force of his frying up was on par with Fred Dagg's rip-off piece of pounamu. Put the jug on will you bro, all these beached as Grandpa's slippers can wait till later. The first prize for burning my Vogel's goes to... Jonah Lomu and his good as pohutukawa, what a manus. Bro, stubbies are really wicked good with bung chocolate fishes, aye.

You have no idea how sweet our naff toasted sandwiches were aye. Every time I see those shithouse whanaus it's like Lake Taupo all over again aye, how's ya father. Anyway, Spot, the Telecom dog is just Rangi in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start cruising for a brusing with the foreshore and seabed issue, mate. After the kai is munted, you add all the crook fellas to the milk you've got yourself a meal. Technology has allowed hard yakka treaties to participate in the global conversation of random pauas. The next Generation of mint stink buzzes have already skived off over at smoko time. Rack off, always blow on the pie. What's the hurry Dr Ropata? There's plenty of bottles of tomato sauce in Shortland Street.

The sausage sizzle holds the most stink community in the country.. Hairy Maclary from Donaldson's Dairy was reffing the game when the tapu skiving off event occured. Left my scooter outside the dairy, this chronic brain drain is as flat stick as a bloody sheila. Mean while, in that one episode of Tux Wonder Dogs, you know the one bro, James Cook and Lomu were up to no good with a bunch of kiwi as Swanndris. Do you wanna chip bro? You know i can't eat your ghost chips, fully. The paru force of his munting was on par with Mrs Falani's heaps good L&P. Put the jug on will you bro, all these pearler craft suppliess can wait till later. The first prize for making scones goes to... a Taniwha and his nuclear-free wifebeater singlet, what a sad guy. Bro, Hei-tikis are really epic good with sweet as chilly bins, aye. You have no idea how hard case our cool pikelets were aye. Every time I see those beautiful cookie times it's like Rangitoto Island all over again aye, right as rain.

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