haha, everyone wants a piece.

Yeah, when one of the fresh meat that I photographed mistakenly revealed her real name when I asked it felt like finding out who Superman was.

Who was it? I'll smash her.

I ran into an Auckland team at a backpackers in New Plymouth last year. I was super impressed that they kept up the names even at 7am on a Sunday... "wanna cup of tea, Carnage?" "yeah ta, 2 sugars thanks Femme"

Haha, that's because we don't even know each others real names anymore...

ahaha, actually yeah I think derby language is confusing, imagine if you didn't know anything about it and heard something like "It's the second jam, the lead jammer got stuck in the pack and has passed the star, the pivot has taken a waitress and has JUMPED THE APEX"

(ok so that would NEVER happen but whatevs)

Don't mess with the frilly panties Scheisse, or the frilly panties will mess with you...