Grey Lynn Park Festival = No
If you outsiders are planning on coming to the Grey Lynn festival, just drop it. Don't bother. Just . . . take it from us, just sizzle your little sausage and put on your fat freddy's tape and stay at fucking home. We don't want you to come to our neighbourhood and sample our rich cosmopolitan lifestyle. Like, get your own. 50,000+ people in that little fucking park? We're lucky we're still getting to have it!
Do we rock down to your local swing'n slide and start perusing market goods while skanking to live roots reggae? Displays? Bouncy Castle? Battered Sausage?
Anyone parking around the compound in order to gain better acces to the skanking, or the Bouncy Castle or the Battered Sausages will be sneered at without discretion.
We will likely be laughing heartily on our deck continuing in our quest to embody the hip elite, watching you cultureless vampires scurry like carrion, knowing this is Grey Lynn. And this is our home - wether there's 70,000 people in the park or a roaming stray dog who may bite you on the way to school.
(PS local kids you know the rules. If you take a treasure from the tree hiding place, you must replace it with a treasure of equal value, or you will be found)
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