I don't know how many of you readers are aware, but we are in the midst of a MASSIVE exodus. Literally tens of people have been trading in the mad, p-fuelled, piss smelling, student demonstrating, up all night staying, world of Wellington for the laid backed, grape raped landscape of the B.
And what better way to welcome these world wary souls than by taking one of them to the beach, in a phat bongo van with a deadly sniper rifle and an endless supply of sizzlers (double cheeze) .
Unfortunately, the old digi cam got left at home, soooo the only souvenirs of this mad cap day, a day that involved getting stuck in sand for hours and forgetting to give the dog a ride back into town, are these awesome photos of a stone that has the letter P on it, and what looks like teeth marks.
Don't you wish you lived in Benheim and got up to the crazy shit we do?
4 comments:
fucking lold: grape raped landscape
The B. My only vice.
I live in Blenheim, where is this "benheim? It sounds more like my scene
@anon, you take a left at friendship rock, its just past renwick. you are more than welcome to hang with our click, we roll deep.
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