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A DRINKING CLUB WITH A MOTORCYCLE PROBLEM SINCE 1993 ~ A Legend in Motorcycling Since Early Last Week…….~ |
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OUR MISSION |
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A bunch of wild colonials who love to party, An overt group that will drink and over consume anything distilled, brewed and often at times unnaturally chemically altered, to the point of purification through regurgitation. A small plethora, that is well known for making deliberate loud obscene sheep noises, with the purest intent to frighten small children, gossipy old women, butt pirates and the occasional politician. A collection of dubious men and women that are generally considered an unsightly nuisance and are barred from any reputable drinking establishment in the South island of New Zealand. But, whether it be the act of passing out in public, consuming gallons of beer , or puking ulcer induced blood on a street corner just for fun, we are We could have easily been "Street People" but elected to take even a lower road. We are liberated by our lifestyle and are all proud to be Weasels. WFFW |