John: I can do it I know I can, don’t make me laugh Tama cos when I laugh I smile when I smile I wave and If I keep my hands in my pockets I will beat this bloody addiction foreshore. Oh shit did I say foreshore?
i almost fell off my chair laughing with this image
can’t think of a caption that could be any funnier than the image itself
oh the rich ironies of politics
Hey Tama, I came here to be culturally sensitive. I left the nightshirts and tea-towels in the ME. Can’t you offer me something more than a baby hangi?
After confiscating your fertile land, destroying your crops and homes, chasing off your stock and charging you exorbitantly for surveying your land without your permission we’ll make jokes about you and maintain the status quo. What’s your problem?
John K – You know Tame as Minister of Tourism I could help you with development of tourism on your land, a PPP arrangement – you know a Public-Private Partnership.
Tame I – No good John. The three P’s we’re interested in are pork, puha and Papa-tu-anuku (Mother Earth).
The innate a priori capacity of infants to divine sublimated terror and incipient catastrophe is encapsulated for posterity in the now-classic “Tama and the Smiling Snake” snapped shortly before the watershed “Tuhoegate” events of 2010 by an anonymous blogger. (re-produced with kind permission from “Our Humble Parts”: Prentice and R0bspierrre, MartyPress 2015, and the Clark Foundation)
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“Well Tame, once I got my foot back out of my mouth I realised that you couldn’t possibly be interested in a man of such poor taste.”
“How about it John. You give back our land and I’ll hand over your car keys and your nephew.”
“You’re a funny guy, John. I like you. That’s why I’m going to kill you last.” – Arnold Schwarzenneger – Commando (1985)
I keep my end of the deal John, I’ve brought the baby guling now give us back Te Urewera’s.
Nice camo’s bro. But did you see me in that flak jacket?
If you eat me for breakfast Tame, I’ll be gone by lunchtime. Let me go and I’ll send you Brownlee and Joyce. They should see you through the winter.
John: I can do it I know I can, don’t make me laugh Tama cos when I laugh I smile when I smile I wave and If I keep my hands in my pockets I will beat this bloody addiction foreshore. Oh shit did I say foreshore?
You brown fellas are tricky aye man?
i almost fell off my chair laughing with this image
can’t think of a caption that could be any funnier than the image itself
oh the rich ironies of politics
Come on Tama, remember what happened to the bloody Moa when you ate all the ones that were easy to catch !
Key: “I’m relaxed about it”, Tama: “what the fuck you relaxed about whiteboi”.
Hey Tama, I came here to be culturally sensitive. I left the nightshirts and tea-towels in the ME. Can’t you offer me something more than a baby hangi?
Nah! I never believed that stuff in the police affidavit. Those chaps were given to extravagant rhetoric! Keith Locke gave them all good reference.
After confiscating your fertile land, destroying your crops and homes, chasing off your stock and charging you exorbitantly for surveying your land without your permission we’ll make jokes about you and maintain the status quo. What’s your problem?
“Shirkers unite! You have nothing to lose but your brains!”
John K – You know Tame as Minister of Tourism I could help you with development of tourism on your land, a PPP arrangement – you know a Public-Private Partnership.
Tame I – No good John. The three P’s we’re interested in are pork, puha and Papa-tu-anuku (Mother Earth).
The innate a priori capacity of infants to divine sublimated terror and incipient catastrophe is encapsulated for posterity in the now-classic “Tama and the Smiling Snake” snapped shortly before the watershed “Tuhoegate” events of 2010 by an anonymous blogger. (re-produced with kind permission from “Our Humble Parts”: Prentice and R0bspierrre, MartyPress 2015, and the Clark Foundation)
Your style of wit has a relatively familiar ring to it.
Smells like fish, tastes like chicken, John Key you’re a c***
Celebrity Master Chef NZ judge John Key emerges apparently unscathed after a grilling by failed Tuhoe finalist Tame Iti.
Emerging from ‘in tents’ negotiations neither man proved willing to reveal his hand.
Politically I really need to put a cycle way through it, if you agree to that it’s yours.
kia ora burt, long time no see, back on the bike?
‘Look Tame, a smile and a wave is not agreement that something is doable.’
Yes, I did make the joke, but I smiled and waved when I said it so everything is ok.
key:..
will a smile and a wave do..?
key:..
um..!..no thanks..i don’t think i can make it over for dinner…
iti:..
wanna belly-bounce…?
key:..
i guess a moko wouldn’t be entirely out of the question…
..it’s do-able…
phil(whoar.co.nz)
key:..
didja hear that joke i cracked last night..?
phil(whoar.co.nz)
it:..
that’s not funny bro..!
phil(whoar.co.nz)
key:..
yes..bronny cuts my hair…
phil(whoar.co.nz)
key:..
do i wanna go pig-hunting with you..?
phil(whoar.co.nz)
key:..
we have both got big noses..haven’t we…?
phil(whoar.co.nz)
iti:..
would you mind going vegetarian for a few months..?
it improves the taste…
phil(whoar.co.nz)
iti:
i’m in my cammo…
..wanna come into the tent for some war-talk…?
phil(whoar.co.nz)
iti:
i cd give you a mccrystal…
c’mon..!
phil(whoar.co.nz)
iti:..
d’ya know that all the bro’s are calling you one-term-john..?
phil(whoar.co.nz)