You know that guy you knew in college who was really nice and loved Thoreau and fixing bikes but when he got a few drinks in him he became a total chandelier-swinging animal?
Everyone from New Zealand is that guy.
Yes, that is a sweeping cultural stereotype. I apologize. And I’m kidding. But for conversation’s sake, can we just admit that there is a tendency, among Kiwis, to go from shy and sweet to Yosemite Sam in the space of three beers?
The only reason I bring it up at all is this: They’re now taking shots of horse semen, and that worries me. Oh and they chase that shot with an energy drink.