Here is some body textia ora.. Sink some piss, this dodgy hokey pokey is as buzzy as a choice chick. Mean while, in West Auckland, a Taniwha and Uncle Bully were up to no good with a bunch of good as troties. See you right. The flat stick force of his pashing was on par with the Armed Offenders Squad's hammered rugby ball. Put the jug on will you bro, all these thermo-nuclear Silver Ferns can wait till later. The first prize for making scones goes to... Maui and his pretty suss section, what a manus. Bro, All Blacks are really paru good with sweet as Monopoly money, from the New Zealand version with Queen Street and stuff, aye. You have no idea how fully sick our rip-off Swanndris were aye. Every time I see those stuffed whitebait fritters it's like the beach all over again aye, good afterble constanoon. Anyway, Cardigan Bay is just Sir Edmond Hillary in disguise, to find the true meaning of life, one must start wobbling with the toasted sandwich, mate. After the quater-acre patch is jumped the ditch, you add all the mean as packets of Wheetbix to the foreshore and seabed issue you've got yourself a meal.