Plier historical d Ed Banger, Responsible with his partner இர்பேன் Considered one of the biggest successes of the house, Brake Pat This section tells us that it is not a typical night, but a specific day in the Kiwis. But then very special.
“It was as if he was my dog and had not seen him for months. Looking up, I see the customs officer coming with him. The party is already over. ”
« Irfan and I will be playing at the festival for New Year 2013 Rhythm & Flags In New Zealand. So we decide to leave a week early to find this paradise island. I don’t know for what reason, but we didn’t travel together. Irfan and his partner Sarah came to me a few days ago. It was December 24, 2012. At the end of a tiring journey of three flights I landed in Auckland for about thirty hours in total. I still have a few hours by bus to join friends in the small box (the usual wooden hut of the place) on the water’s edge that we have rented in Baihiya in the north of the country. But fate decides otherwise.
As I get off the plane, a beautiful black Labrador comes to celebrate. It was as if he was my dog and had not seen him for months. Looking up, I see the customs officer coming with him. The party is already over. We carry my luggage together and, along the way, I notice a bald and very muscular guy filming our every move. I understand that I will have to wait a while to pick up the bus. After accurately searching for my personal effects and inspecting my compounding equipment, customs officials return with “bad news”. They give me an endless list of drugs that have found “particles” in my things. I have never heard of most of the products listed. Not stupid enough to take drugs to the other side of the planet, I declare my innocence out loud. In vain. After many hours of very uncomfortable waiting, the customs officers have one last surprise for me. They want to ban me.
I found myself naked in front of two respectable, but passionate old New Zealanders. “Can you lift yourself up?” One of them asks. Without really understanding the request, I put my hands on my hips and make a small jump, as if lifting myself. The customs officer points to his crutch to tell me that I was not there and that I had to put my genitals to sleep. “Nothing here, nothing, Happy New Year!”, I retaliate perfectly after the execution. The dream is coming to an end. The cameraman who documented everything (except for the striptease unfortunately) tells me to sign a discount so I can appear on the show he is producing. I urgently deny my freedom and regain it.
After a few hours on the bus, I was exhausted from joining Irfan and Sarah under the tropical rain in Russell. The Christmas party can finally begin on the edge of the bay of the beautiful islands. Six months later, I saw a tweet pass, where despite my objection to customs officers appearing on this exciting show with their dogs, I still appear! Blurred, but well recognizable. More interestingly, the Dog Squad is available at New Zealand s05e03 Dailymotion [ce n’est plus le cas aujourd’hui, ndr]. »
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