gawd help the poor bastard that gives Caroline grief.. even though she can usually take care of herself ( 6' tall redhead amazon..)
those little homie motherfuckers scatter like dogs when you administer the compulsory headbutt to the biggest one ..
with the hippies .. a stern look usualy does the trick....the rednecks take a little longer to catch on






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It was perfectly normal to have a crate of beer in the back of the car. Now I reckon it's a true miracle that we all survive or childhood.
One Guy Fawkes he took us down to the workshop to make a bomb to brighten up the evening. He filled a car tyre tube with acetylene & oxygen and put a fuse in it. My sister & I had the most important job of all, to hold it steady in the back of the Holden while the old man drove us home! When it was time to set the bomb off, we all got a safe distance away while he and the neighbor, Frank, went & lit the fuse
As they ran away from the bomb it went off & blew the pair of them about 10 feet in the air! We all felt the shock wave & our ears were ringing for the rest of the night. We were in Western Heights & the blast was from Owhata(eastside)....& yes the Fire Brigade turned up. Oh the bad old days! Now we HAVE to break the cycle! NO MORE SILLY BUGGERS!


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