Helen Clarke, Prime Minister of New Zulland, is rudely awoken at by the telephone.
"Hillen, its the Hilth Munister here. Sorry to bother you at this hour but there is an emergency! I've just received word thet the Durex fectory en
PM: "Shut - the economy wull niver be able to cope with all those unwanted babies - wi'll be ruined!"
Hilth Munister: "We're going to hef to shup some in from abroad. Brutain?..."
PM: "No chence!! The Poms will have a field day on thus one!"
Hilth Munister: "What about
PM: "Maybe - but we don't want them to know thet we are stuck."
Hilth Munister: "You call John Howard - tell hum we need one moollion condoms; ten enches long and eight enches thuck! That way they'll know how bug the Kiwis really are!!"
Helen calls John, who agrees to help the Kiwis out in their hour of need. Three days later a van arrives in
She then notices in small writing on each and ivery one.
I've been accused of Kiwi bashing so let's have at 'em.
Try to pronounce the words as they are written, they really do have that sort of accent.