Kickin' arse
I went out last night, to the pub. Cripes! It was the Wellingtonista Quiz night, and we kicked some serious arse. First I kicked some Pinot, then some gin, then some Laphroiag... now I'm kicking some cups of tea.
We did win, which was amazing, but not surprising. Our team was full of talent and eye candy, and definitely worth ignoring a whole lot of work for...
And now I must return to filling orders.
In the meantime, ponder this (10 points if you know where that comes from):
What would you buy me if money were no object.
I'll admit. I got a bit stumped for a question, given my brain's slight fogginess today.
3 comments:
John Campbell! I hear the do-do-do music in my head...
Why would anyone need to buy you anything when you buy yourself whatever you want!
well that's easy a unicorn and also china, so you can become a benelovent dictator and save the world
I know you would like me to say Prada Boots, but I ain't gonna. I would buy you a highway from Petone into town of your very own. Or maybe a hovercraft, yeah, that's a better idea. And maybe a manny. Then we could hang out all the time and you could pilot the hovercraft home drunk and call the coastguard "Sugar tits".
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