The only way the green party is going up any pole.
For many seeing what life would be like after the election it was either pole dancing or paper boy.
Poll dancing thanks. National introduced taxation on 10 year olds paper deliveries.
An example of the creeps that erotic dancers have to deal with in their profession.
PS please tell me that is as far as Logie’s act went…
Does my arse look big in this? How about my balls?
It’d be a different dance if Trevor the hosepiper hadn’t gone across the sea to Ireland.
The Irish are suffering from a reverse immigrant movement – in the past they sang about their young going to Americay, now its old rejected hooligans like Trev going back. But no worries here, where politics is a ‘moving finger’ (set at a rude angle), and every day is a Happening.
Can we borrow your heels? They are a more stable set of platforms than the Greens are currently running on.
So colour is in in Wellington, also wide trousers. Time to throw out those blacks from the wardrobe (or off the floor). All I see around me is dolour now, let’s have something gay.
The only way the green party is going up any pole.
For many seeing what life would be like after the election it was either pole dancing or paper boy.
Poll dancing thanks. National introduced taxation on 10 year olds paper deliveries.
An example of the creeps that erotic dancers have to deal with in their profession.
PS please tell me that is as far as Logie’s act went…
Does my arse look big in this? How about my balls?
It’d be a different dance if Trevor the hosepiper hadn’t gone across the sea to Ireland.
The Irish are suffering from a reverse immigrant movement – in the past they sang about their young going to Americay, now its old rejected hooligans like Trev going back. But no worries here, where politics is a ‘moving finger’ (set at a rude angle), and every day is a Happening.
Can we borrow your heels? They are a more stable set of platforms than the Greens are currently running on.
So colour is in in Wellington, also wide trousers. Time to throw out those blacks from the wardrobe (or off the floor). All I see around me is dolour now, let’s have something gay.
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