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April 14, 2008 | by  | in Online Only |
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Winston on Wheels

Great screen shot I found at Kiwiblog, via Aardvark, check it out.

If Winston was to go out, Id hope it would be better than that :P

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Conrad is a very grumpy boy. When he was little he had a curl in the middle of his forehead. When he was good, he was moderately good, but when he was mean he was HORRID. He likes guns, bombs and shooting doves. He can often be found reading books about Mussolini and tank warfare. His greatest dream is to invent an eighteen foot high mechanical spider, which has an antimatter lazer attached to its back.

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  1. Wow, I knew Winnie was sensitive to criticism and tends to blow up when being interviewed, but I never knew that the words “bullshit” or “dysfunctional” would see him blow so hard they could never put the pieces back together again… maybe someone put gunpowder in his whisky. I blame those immigrants…

  2. That resolute man in blue does seem to be very concerned for old Winnie’s welfare.

  3. Kerry says:

    yep, that definitely shows signs of the wrong jpeg being loaded to the caption.

    Not like they’ve never done that before at Stuff, anyway!

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