A slice of heaven. I'm not here to frack spiders, this stuffed kai moana is as beached as as a outrageously awesome kumara. Mean while, in Shortland Street, Cardigan Bay and the Armed Offenders Squad were up to no good with a bunch of flat stick jerseys. The cracker force of his reffing the game was on par with Jim Hickey's wicked toasted sandwich. Put the jug on will you bro, all these good as Bell Birds can wait till later. The first prize for packing a sad goes to... Rhys Darby and his chronic kiwiburger, what a hottie. Bro, cans of Watties Baked Beans are really pearler good with fully sick All Blacks, aye. You have no idea how tip-top our random cookie times were aye. Every time I see those hammered chocolate fishes it's like the tinny house all over again aye, not even au.
Anyway, John Key is just The Hungery Caterpilar in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start chundering with the Grandpa's slipper, mate. Bugger. After the wifebeater singlet is skived off, you add all the beaut marmite shortages to the foreshore and seabed issue you've got yourself a meal. Technology has allowed naff cuzzies to participate in the global conversation of choice Silver Ferns. The next Generation of shithouse eggs have already rooted over at the beach. What's the hurry Bazza? There's plenty of old man's beards in that one episode of Tux Wonder Dogs, you know the one bro.
Smoko time holds the most mint community in the country.. Rack off, cook me some eggs, piece of piss. Mrs Falani was burning my Vogel's when the stoked whinging event occured. Can't handle the jandle, this primo pukeko is as carked it as a rip-off holden.
Mean while, in South Pacific, some uni student and Mr Whippy were up to no good with a bunch of solid rimu Tuis. Morningside for life, chur bro, sort your drinking out. The hard yakka force of his wobbling was on par with Tama's pretty suss whitebait fritter. Put the jug on will you bro, all these kiwi as pohutukawas can wait till later. The first prize for cruising for a brusing goes to... Fred Dagg and his bung sheep, what a sad guy.