WASHDYKE PICNIC MOVED INDOORS AS SOUTHERLY HITS, SIX THERMOSES SPARK LINO STANDOFF
Guys. Guys. I never thought I'd have to make this video about a Sunday picnic.
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Hyper-local weather panic — each region has its own weather identity.
Guys. Guys. I never thought I'd have to make this video about a Sunday picnic.
You didn't hear it from me. Heard it off Kev at the Carterton Club, Thursday. Maybe Wednesday.
Constable's note: the wind is not, at time of writing, a person under the Crimes Act 1961.
The mercury hit 22 with a bit of stick in the air. Marlborough has declared this unacceptable.
The forecast said sun. The sky said get stuffed. A single dark cloud is now parked directly over the ferry terminal doing whatever it wants.
The forecast said sunny. The cloud said no.
Bloke from Milson went on holiday up north. Came back the colour of a stop sign.
The cloud is described as dark and rude.
A statement from Dave the Tradie regarding aggressive peas and the work he's doing.
The app said sunny. The cloud said otherwise. The sheets said nothing — they were already wet.
The towels were laid out. The chilly bin was open. The weather had other plans, as it does.
A Christchurch correspondent looks on from four degrees and a nor'wester, weeping into a cold pie.
The forecast said light frost. The shoppers heard apocalypse.
Macca forgot the sun was a thing. The sun did not forget Macca.
A resident's fringe was last seen heading toward the Mount under its own power.
Wendy thought a bag of peas had burst upstairs. She has no upstairs.
Forecast said sunny. Cloud said otherwise. Cloud won.
The Commission finds, on the balance of probabilities, that the boats have been there since at least Queen's Birthday.
Two pensioners, one thermometer, and a packet of Pineapple Lumps held hostage for forty minutes.
The kite has dangly bits. The wristwatch cost more than the kite. The wind does not care.