Tried to go into town last night and just couldn't handle the jandal I'm afraid. Carnage! And since when was a rugby thing an excuse for women to dress up like whores and men to dress up like drag queens? There were some SIGHTS, let me tell ya...
I guess it's a testament to my advancing years that when I saw the 2 drunk chicks lolling around in some shrubbery, I thought "Hmph. My taxes paid for those bushes!"
I was also quite concerned for the man who had bent down to pick up his dropped cigarettes, and seemed to be incapable of straightening up again. Plus he had no friends with him. Bad. Don't ditch your mates!
Anyway, I had to flee the scene so I elbowed a couple of teenagers out of the way of a taxi, and leapt in. It barely had time to roll to a stop before we were off to the relative safety of Karori. Bet there are some sore heads in Wellington this morning.
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