Utaina! Hei!
Utaina! Hei!
Utaina mai nga iwi
o te motu
ki runga ...whenua... tau nei
A hiki nuku e!
A hiki rangi e!
A hiki rangi e!
A hiki nuku e!
I! ha! ha!
Ka hikitia i tana iwi
Ka hapainga tana waka
Aue! Aue! Aue! Ha!
Aue! Aue! Aue! Ha! Hei!
hope i got that right.....
now that's done and i've finished talking about football....hazel being as unwell as she is she did not attend tokyo sushi today which resulted in some pretty impressive stealth efforts of avoiding the tokyo sushi people, some of which involved trying to unison my step with that of a rather generously proportioned man, to hide behind him. despite his size, he was quite fleet of foot and the plan didn't work brilliantly. haz will find out next week if they saw her though, which should be interesting. he he he. what troubles me more though, is hazel has found a VERY weak spot of mine, along with many others which now form a rather long list. she knows what it is and is something i've yet to think of a comeback to. well i know the comeback, i just can't execute properly. just wait girl....she's already figured out how to get me to eat a lot more food than i should and now she nows how to do this....i will soon be entirely paralysed. as is probably pretty obvious by my unwillingness to stop writing is that i'm in a fantastic mood due to a number of factors, one of which isn't my mother duping me into eating biscuits she bought from aldi, a joke she thought was pretty darned hilarious. it wasn't, aldi sucks. who makes a trip to wyoming to buy a packet of biscuits anyway. on a more historical note, the dinner party was absolutely fantastic and though hazle27 will have you believe i was of little help, i was in fact quite busy all night, setting the table, exactly replicating a plastic sushi platter on a japanese serving plate and cleaning up an array of spilt olives and sundried tomatoes. there are presently some young men urinating in my front lawn, in all seriousness, so i should press the add button! i have some more to write about but that can wait for a time in the future.








I'm watching you...
hows it going?? i wanna see some more photos up here asap boy..
Hartung sucks... Hopefully Hartung won't read this, or he might come to my house and cut me in violent but nonsensical strokes.
And grunge is a genre
And who's the only one here who knos illegal ninja moves from the government... GOSH!
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