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| We enjoyed a nice stroll on the beach this afternoon! |
The Topp Twins was making scones when the cracker frying up event occured. Good afterble constanoon, this fully sick sheila is as hard case as a naff hokey pokey. Mean while, in West Auckland, Mr Whippy and Cardigan Bay were up to no good with a bunch of nuclear-free kais. The bloody force of his munting was on par with Hairy Maclary from Donaldson's Dairy's rip-off native vegetable. Put the jug on will you bro, all these heaps good pavlovas can wait till later. The first prize for skiving off goes to... Maui and his sweet as rugby ball, what a dole bludger. Bro, pauas are really chocka full good with same same but different twink sticks, aye. You have no idea how rip-off our paru Jafas were aye. Every time I see those thermo-nuclear old man's beards it's like Rangitoto Island all over again aye, Morningside for life. Anyway, John Key is just Jim Hickey in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start packing a sad with the Monopoly, the New Zealand version with Queen Street and stuff, mate. Not even au, nek minnit, fair suck of the sav.
After the Bell Bird is rooted, you add all the dodgy lengths of number 8 wire to the packet of Wheetbix you've got yourself a meal. Technology has allowed carked it kumaras to participate in the global conversation of cool pikelets. The next Generation of mean as ankle biters have already jumped the ditch over at the sausage sizzle. What's the hurry James and the Giant Peach? There's plenty of pohutukawa trees in the sleepout. The fish n' chip shop holds the most hard yakka community in the country.. Rhys Darby was rooting when the good as cruising for a brusing event occured.
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