Imperial hegemony mainly. The day of the New Zild empire will rise like the Eastern Brown Snake in the outdoor dunny at midnight. So I'm told. Also we are roasting tomatoes for the annual production of Kiwi Fambly Hawt sauce so things are a little fraught what with the delicate yet intense negotiations about the wielding of the chili flakes bottle ("You'll kill us all, man"). We have not got to the "I'll put the left-over Cabernet in there, then? Why is this bottle empty yet the cork is back in." So things may take a sinister turn with unfair recriminations. But largely one is in a constant state of despair with NZ politics and one feels that one is i that obscure French movie he saw in the olden days where the main guy felt that the only way to stay sane was to go insane by the standards of the times. I do not know why his grandmother tried to kill him (even though he was an annoying little sod "boo hoo hoo I am so artisteek") and the priest and the cow business was like in another movie. Also all the bakery stuff, what the hell? So there it is in all it's divine manifestation. New Zilanders, god rot them, can marinate in dildo soup for all I care.
AK: Are you sure those things you are roasting for the Hawt sauce are tomatoes? If there is such a glut of dildos on that side of the Tasman, you might consider sending a few over to the West Island - where, in the dark of the midnight dunny, they may be mistaken for very pale Eastern Brown snakes.
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Inquiring minds are wondering what Another Kiwi is doing commenting on these events over at tengram's joint when he could be blogging about them here.
Imperial hegemony mainly. The day of the New Zild empire will rise like the Eastern Brown Snake in the outdoor dunny at midnight. So I'm told.
Also we are roasting tomatoes for the annual production of Kiwi Fambly Hawt sauce so things are a little fraught what with the delicate yet intense negotiations about the wielding of the chili flakes bottle ("You'll kill us all, man"). We have not got to the "I'll put the left-over Cabernet in there, then? Why is this bottle empty yet the cork is back in." So things may take a sinister turn with unfair recriminations.
But largely one is in a constant state of despair with NZ politics and one feels that one is i that obscure French movie he saw in the olden days where the main guy felt that the only way to stay sane was to go insane by the standards of the times. I do not know why his grandmother tried to kill him (even though he was an annoying little sod "boo hoo hoo I am so artisteek") and the priest and the cow business was like in another movie. Also all the bakery stuff, what the hell?
So there it is in all it's divine manifestation. New Zilanders, god rot them, can marinate in dildo soup for all I care.
AK:
Are you sure those things you are roasting for the Hawt sauce are tomatoes? If there is such a glut of dildos on that side of the Tasman, you might consider sending a few over to the West Island - where, in the dark of the midnight dunny, they may be mistaken for very pale Eastern Brown snakes.
Steven Joyce hit by sex toy thrown by protester at Waitangi
So it was aimed at his Waitangi but missed and hit him on the chin? He should consider himself lucky - getting hit in the Waitangi hurts!
"Wai-tangi" = "crying water", because that's what you do if you're hit there.
Hence: the enTreaty of Waitangi "Nooooo, not there!"
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