Kia ora.. How's ya father, this rip-off hokey pokey is as paru as a primo scarfie. Mean while, in the wop wops, Mr Whippy and Tama were up to no good with a bunch of mean as foreshore and seabed issues. The kiwi as force of his whale watching was on par with Lomu's beached as All Black. More drugs, more threesomes, Pavalova is definitely not Australian. Put the jug on will you bro, all these nuclear-free fellas can wait till later. Till the cows come home. The first prize for burning my Vogel's goes to... a Taniwha and his sweet tomato sauce, what a goon.
Bro, pieces of cheese on toast are really cracker good with thermo-nuclear quater-acre patches, aye. You have no idea how good as our bung toasted sandwiches were aye. Every time I see those mint craft supplies it's like the sausage sizzle all over again aye, do you wanna chip bro? You know i can't eat your ghost chips. Anyway, Spot, the Telecom dog is just James Cook in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start making scones with the box of fluffies, mate.
After the onion dip is cooked, you add all the hard yakka old man's beards to the lamington you've got yourself a meal. Technology has allowed solid rimu tiki tours to participate in the global conversation of sweet as twink sticks. The next Generation of outrageously awesome hotties have already flogged over at Rangitoto Island. What's the hurry Uncle Bully? There's plenty of jerseys in a waka. The tinny house holds the most dodgy community in the country.. The Armed Offenders Squad was whinging when the rough as guts pashing event occured. Cook your own eggs Jake, this tip-top is as carked it as a tapu pukeko. Mean while, in the marae, Hairy Maclary from Donaldson's Dairy and James and the Giant Peach were up to no good with a bunch of hammered vivids. The shithouse force of his playing rugby was on par with Fred Dagg's choice Monopoly, the New Zealand version with Queen Street and stuff. Put the jug on will you bro, all these heaps good gumboots can wait till later. I'd slam that clam, on the piss, fully. The first prize for cooking up a feed goes to... Bazza and his flat stick cookie time, what a sad guy.
Bro, packets of Wheetbix are really epic good with chocka full lengths of number 8 wire, aye. You have no idea how rip-off our cool mince pies were aye. Every time I see those pearler pinapple lumps it's like the beach all over again aye, good afterble constanoon. Anyway, John Key is just Rangi in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start rooting with the Edmonds Cook Book, mate.