You may have missed it, what with the snow and all, but the NZ Herald moved from a broadsheet to a tabloid format last week. To celebrate this first step on the road to obsolescence for NZ’s largest newspaper, we’ve let the pun-seeking powers of ODT Watch loose on the Herald’s hallowed pages. The Herald and the ODT are basically sister papers anyway. Here we go …
I don’t know NZH, I always thought it was pretty much as easy as taking drugs. How could it be easier than that? Is it government-subsidised now?
Lol at that girl thinking she can ride a bike like a boy. Better call her a chick to take her down a notch.
It’s a match made in crazy person heaven.
Bastards stole our Christchurch pun. How dare they?
Hang on a minute. 44 teenagers dying from huffing gas and solvents is hardly a “lost generation”. And if we had to lose a few people along the way, I’d suggest that those that voluntarily put glue in their nostrils probably aren’t such a tragedy.
There was a tooth in the chips. So when the person bit into the chips… yeah.
WTF? Seriously, wtf? I didn’t read the rest of this article, as I didn’t want to ruin the mental image of an exhausted Herald reporter lying next to a squid smoking a post-coital cigarette. Keep it up NZH, maybe one day you could even take on the ODT.
I don’t know NZH, I always thought it was pretty much as easy as taking drugs. How could it be easier than that? Is it government-subsidised now?
Lol at that girl thinking she can ride a bike like a boy. Better call her a chick to take her down a notch.
It’s a match made in crazy person heaven.
Bastards stole our Christchurch pun. How dare they?
Hang on a minute. 44 teenagers dying from huffing gas and solvents is hardly a “lost generation”. And if we had to lose a few people along the way, I’d suggest that those that voluntarily put glue in their nostrils probably aren’t such a tragedy.
There was a tooth in the chips. So when the person bit into the chips… yeah.
WTF? Seriously, wtf? I didn’t read the rest of this article, as I didn’t want to ruin the mental image of an exhausted Herald reporter lying next to a squid smoking a post-coital cigarette. Keep it up NZH, maybe one day you could even take on the ODT.