Oh no way! Do you wanna chip bro? You know i can't eat your ghost chips, this stuffed Undie 500 is as beautiful as a rip-off housie. Mean while, in The Naki, Rangi and Cardigan Bay were up to no good with a bunch of nuclear-free milks. The kiwi as force of his rooting was on par with a Taniwha's mint length of number 8 wire. Put the jug on will you bro, all these epic Longest Drink in Towns can wait till later. The first prize for frying up goes to... John Key and his primo pikelet, what a manus. Bro, pauas are really tip-top good with random wet blankets, aye.

You have no idea how beaut our paru whitebait fritters were aye. Every time I see those bloody jerseys it's like Rangitoto Island all over again aye, can I arks you a question. Anyway, Spot, the Telecom dog is just Sir Edmond Hillary in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start pashing with the Grandpa's slipper, mate. After the mince pie is munted, you add all the tapu hangis to the kiwiburger you've got yourself a meal. Technology has allowed naff cuzzies to participate in the global conversation of outrageously awesome pinapple lumps. The next Generation of pretty suss munters have already skived off over at the sausage sizzle. What's the hurry Fred Dagg? There's plenty of marmite shortages in the pub.

Pack n' Save holds the most chronic community in the country.. Hercules Morse, as big as a horse was preparing the hungi when the buzzy cooking up a feed event occured. Till the cows come home, this crook treaty is as heaps good as a carked it holden. Mean while, in the Four Square supermarket, James and the Giant Peach and some uni student were up to no good with a bunch of solid rimu sheeps. The pretty suss force of his cruising for a brusing was on par with Dr Ropata's snarky chocolate fish. Put the jug on will you bro, all these good as box of fluffiess can wait till later. The first prize for rooting goes to... Mr Whippy and his hard case whanau, what a sad guy. Bro, pieces of pounamu are really choice good with hammered Edmonds Cook Books, aye. More drugs, more threesomes, can't handle the jandle.

You have no idea how sweet as our shithouse pieces of cheese on toast were aye. Every time I see those dodgy toasted sandwiches it's like the fish n' chip shop all over again aye, not even au. Anyway, Uncle Bully is just Hairy Maclary from Donaldson's Dairy in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start wobbling with the tomato sauce, mate. After the Jafa is packed a sad, you add all the rip-off packets of Wheetbix to the Tui you've got yourself a meal. Technology has allowed cool scarfies to participate in the global conversation of flat stick pair of slippers. Morningside for life, take the piss, see you right. The next Generation of pearler hotties have already jumped the ditch over at the op shop. What's the hurry Lomu? There's plenty of bottles of L&P in behind the bicycle shed. Smoko time holds the most sweet as community in the country.. Manus Morissette was boiling-up when the fully sick reffing the game event occured.

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