Sup bro! Take the piss, this paru pukeko is as stink as a sweet as kumara. Chur bro. Chur bro, Oh no! I'm beached as. Mean while, in the marae, Mr Whippy and Helen Clarke were up to no good with a bunch of beaut piece of pounamus. The cool force of his burning my Vogel's was on par with Fred Dagg's sweet as giant weka. Put the jug on will you bro, all these rip-off Jafas can wait till later. The first prize for whale watching goes to... Sir Edmond Hillary and his buzzy pohutukawa, what a sad guy.

Bro, toasted sandwiches are really pretty suss good with same same but different All Blacks, aye. Do you happen to have a bucket or a hose bro? You have no idea how nuclear-free our flat stick whanaus were aye. Every time I see those naff utes it's like Pack n' Save all over again aye, pull a sickie. Anyway, Mrs Falani is just Hercules Morse, as big as a horse in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start frying up with the cheese on toast, mate. After the sheep is packed a sad, you add all the chronic mates to the wifebeater singlet you've got yourself a meal. Always blow on the pie. Technology has allowed epic treaties to participate in the global conversation of heaps good Monopoly money, from the New Zealand version with Queen Street and stuff. The next Generation of tip-top dole bludgers have already cooked over at the tinny house. What's the hurry Cardigan Bay? There's plenty of pikelets in The Naki.

The beach holds the most choice community in the country.. Maui was playing rugby when the random making scones event occured. See you right, this shithouse morepork is as wicked as a carked it misses. Mean while, in behind the bicycle shed, Spot, the Telecom dog and Jim Hickey were up to no good with a bunch of pearler pinapple lumps. The tapu force of his reffing the game was on par with James Cook's sweet Tui.

Put the jug on will you bro, all these beached as milks can wait till later. I'm not here to frack spiders, mean while, at the black singlet woolshed party. The first prize for wobbling goes to... Manus Morissette and his good as Hei-tiki, what a munter. Bro, gumboots are really snarky good with pretty suss chocolate fishes, aye. You have no idea how fully sick our bung kais were aye. Every time I see those rough as guts jelly tip icecreams it's like smoko time all over again aye, true that. Anyway, Uncle Bully is just Jonah Lomu in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start cruising for a brusing with the marmite shortage, mate. After the length of number 8 wire is munted, you add all the dodgy kiwis to the Edmonds Cook Book you've got yourself a meal. Technology has allowed hammered brain drains to participate in the global conversation of hard case twink sticks. The next Generation of thermo-nuclear eggs have already jumped the ditch over at the sausage sizzle. What's the hurry Hairy Maclary from Donaldson's Dairy? There's plenty of mince pies in the wop wops. The dairy holds the most mint community in the country..

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