January 4 2006
It's 3am, after a night of boozing and rampaging in Whitianga and everything is closed except for a takeaway bar on one of the side streets. Rustic bogan dude steps out of the line at the counter, saunters up to cute city girl, and shouts:
"What kind of pie are you eating, mate?"
"Bacon and egg" she replies, and walks away very quickly.
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