Thread: wellintonions not doing there bit for conservation

Originally Posted by 308

Yep so what we do is we take our suppressed 9mm's out (in 3 shades of black) and put on our sharp suits (in the other 12 shades of black) then sit at our trendy Thorndon cafe and when we get our biodegradable macchiato cups lined up in an architecturally pleasing fashion we can use them as a bipod to pop off the huge reds that live in the town belt just behind the PM's residence

After we put the firearms away we get on our pointiest of pointy shoes (in the other shade of black that only Wellingtonians can see) and go see some utterly incomprehensible art show which speaks deeply to the yawning chasm between the soul and desire, all whilst sipping on a one-off keg brew of half-double-wheat-tinged-hoppy-black-IPA which has been flavoured with tincture of beard grooming oil

We casually mention to our friends that our bespoke artisinal homekill butcher will be smoking our venison with a new flavour he told us about last week called "Essence of Wanky Pretentiousness" which should blend seamlessly with the Elderflower oil and crushed Saffron that we usually favour

After that we pull on our black turtleneck jersey, jump into our diesel Citreon and get home to slip into our high thread count sheets next to our vegan wives




I think that should about cover it

Geeze Wellington’s changed since I was a lad! All we saw were, transvestites, fargots, Korean fishermen and a bucket fountain? Oh and once a year a bloody awesome Street Race! Eastbourne always been the place of fuel bunkers, wankers and private schools