The initial proposal for a Hilton hotel on the Wellington Harbour waterfront was thrown out in an appeal to the Environment Court. The town planners and architects redesigned the hotels and presented new scale models, but this time the public response was even more negative.I can see why the horse is in such a bad mood, what with all the snakes biting its haunches and even crawling up its bum. Probably it should have stayed at home.
UPDATE: People were wondering about the tyre sculpture in the left-hand background of the picture, so here's a close-up.
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the thing about horses (and snakes, for that matter) is that they're made of meat. Is this conceptual art?
(that tower in the back left could easily be phlegm!)
Awww, man. That just SUCKS.
When you're sixty feet tall and weigh thousands of pounds, sitting astride an equally gigantic horse with a bunch of monstrous snakes arranged across it's ass, holding a giant metal dildo that you clearly stole from your equally giant girlfriend and buddy, she's NOT gonna see the humor, it just seems kind of, well, Dickish to ride into the tiny little town and wreck all their shit. Hell, the only thing in the county bigger is that pile of old used tires in the background, and I'm just betting you're gonna light it on fire, aren'tcha babe? 'Cause you're a dick.
You know what it would be like? It would be like if the US invaded, I dunno, if the US invaded Grenada or something...
Were people bigger back then or horses smaller? The snakes were probably quite friendly but having to carry Mr. Bigarse around while he sacks Legoland would tend to get a little wearying
Mr Bigarse will not be welcome back at the Burning Man festival next year.
There is no reason why the principality of the pony should be subjugated to the imperialism of the horse.
I had a white rat named Wade.
He was inherited through the class pet - school's out for summer system.
Remarkably, he had a long and happy life at our house, in spite of the plethora of cats.
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He wades through the buildings towards the centre of town
So not Tokyo?
So not Tokyo?
Our bid won the negotiations. We offered full broadcast rights and an undisclosed bulk sum to Godzilla International Promotions to have Godzilla trash Wellington, pulling the spitting high-tension wires down and looking in on helpless people on subway trains; the other cities were unwilling to match our offer.
Of course there were a few obstructive anti-progress types who complained about paying higher rates to subsidise an event that only benefits inner-city hotel owners, but aren't there always?
What is the Wadestown position on this?
those are clearly butt-dreads.
I start to wonder about your discernment. Or at least your eyeglass prescription.
Man. What if you were gay and had the butt dread.
That would literally suck...
seems like it would work out either way, mikey.
The History Channel shows again & again, but you kids never learn, do you?
The apparent pile of tires in the background are in fact a pyramid of acrobatic snails forming themselves into an escargot Pyrenees. Expect a 60,000 pound starling to come swooping down for dinner at any moment. It looks like the starling has been worrying away at the buildings for quite some time already. The rider and his horse are ready to defend what's left of the mucked about architecture!
No animated butt-dreads?
The snakes were probably quite friendly
I would venture to say that they are overly friendly.
those are clearly butt-dreads.
Here, in the elitist eastern seaboard, we call them dinglelocks.
That is not the swan you were looking for.
No animated butt-dreads?
My personal peculiarities are not the point of this post.
Swan fixxxed.
This is the Eatser Rabbit that brings bones, I think
I dreamed about butt snakes this morning. I blame Satan.
That duck is tired.
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