Aussie Eggs
Sexy Voord had a new assistant.
His name was Virat. Virat was cool. He had brown skin pigmentation due to his Indian ethnicity and his beard was sexy. He did not wear an eye-patch. His deep eyes swallowed up any who dared to stare into them. Without a doubt, Virat was Mr Cool.
Virat's friend in Wellington (at the bottom of the North Island) was planning to open up a bowling alley, so Virat and Sexy Voord were driving a truck full of bowling balls from Auckland to Wellington.
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Mick and Rodge were Australian tourists in New Zealand. They intended to travel the length of Aotearoa on motorbikes. Exciting!! But being Australians they were lacking in intelligence. Mick and Rodge forgot to refill their petrol tanks. Not exciting! So now Mick and Rodge were sitting on the side of the road, on the Desert Road in the centre of the North Island. They had sad looks on their faces. They were not smiling.
Fortunately for Mick and Rodge, a shiny yellow truck was travelling along the Desert Road. In the passenger seat, Sexy Voord pointed out the two silly Aussies. Virat stepped on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road. Most kindly, he let Mick and Rodge sit in the back of the trucks with their motorbikes. They just had to be careful of the bowling balls! lol.
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That day, a crazy guy escaped from a prison in New Zealand. Uh-oh!! So the police set up checkpoints to check cars and trucks. They waved Virat into one of these.
"And what do you have in the back?" asked the police officer. His name was Trent and he dreamed of being an octopus farmer.
"Just some Aussie eggs," joked Virat. Trent went around and opened the back door of the truck. He looked inside, and saw Mick and Rodge holding their precious motorbikes. They blinked stupidly and smiled. Around them glistened the bowling balls. Trent was horrified. He went back to his police car and phoned for back-up.
"Yeah I've just stopped a yellow truck," he said into his radio transmitter. "They're transporting Aussie Eggs. Even worse is that two of them have hatched, and the bastards have already stolen a couple of motorbikes"
His name was Virat. Virat was cool. He had brown skin pigmentation due to his Indian ethnicity and his beard was sexy. He did not wear an eye-patch. His deep eyes swallowed up any who dared to stare into them. Without a doubt, Virat was Mr Cool.
Virat's friend in Wellington (at the bottom of the North Island) was planning to open up a bowling alley, so Virat and Sexy Voord were driving a truck full of bowling balls from Auckland to Wellington.
***
Mick and Rodge were Australian tourists in New Zealand. They intended to travel the length of Aotearoa on motorbikes. Exciting!! But being Australians they were lacking in intelligence. Mick and Rodge forgot to refill their petrol tanks. Not exciting! So now Mick and Rodge were sitting on the side of the road, on the Desert Road in the centre of the North Island. They had sad looks on their faces. They were not smiling.
Fortunately for Mick and Rodge, a shiny yellow truck was travelling along the Desert Road. In the passenger seat, Sexy Voord pointed out the two silly Aussies. Virat stepped on the brakes and pulled over to the side of the road. Most kindly, he let Mick and Rodge sit in the back of the trucks with their motorbikes. They just had to be careful of the bowling balls! lol.
***
That day, a crazy guy escaped from a prison in New Zealand. Uh-oh!! So the police set up checkpoints to check cars and trucks. They waved Virat into one of these.
"And what do you have in the back?" asked the police officer. His name was Trent and he dreamed of being an octopus farmer.
"Just some Aussie eggs," joked Virat. Trent went around and opened the back door of the truck. He looked inside, and saw Mick and Rodge holding their precious motorbikes. They blinked stupidly and smiled. Around them glistened the bowling balls. Trent was horrified. He went back to his police car and phoned for back-up.
"Yeah I've just stopped a yellow truck," he said into his radio transmitter. "They're transporting Aussie Eggs. Even worse is that two of them have hatched, and the bastards have already stolen a couple of motorbikes"