Demonstone

That's Hogan alright, only with a goatee and a different face.

Who is that one on the left meant to be? Like fndee, don't think much of the caricatures.

Sorry man, no idea why that would have happened.

Everybody complains about the weather but nobody does anything about it.

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Nah mate, that was the reality bus. It was what it was.

I've heard that Max Gawn does the smacking.

Where did he go?

If you wanted to be political, it could be Barnaby on one cheek, Tony on the other and Malcolm in the middle.

Josef Fritzl? If only we still had James Sellar.

Both winners today booted 19.10.124.

Did Lewis even appear after quarter time? Someone earlier thought he may have been injured. His stats show six touches only.

No, it's not. Someone who is laconic is one who says very little. A man of few words if you like. 'Laconic' is one of those words that most, including journalists, consistently get wrong. They (and you) seem to think it means the same as laid-back, low-key or lackadaisical.

Did you name your big girl's blouse Cale?

In round 20 of 1982, me and my Demon mate went to Victoria Park for the first (and last) time to watch Melbourne play Collingwood. We found standing room in a packed outer but soon realised we were surrounded by a seething mob of dirty, ugly, loud, abusive, obscene, smelly and toothless black and white supporters. Almost without exception, they were drunk, smoking like chimneys, swearing like wharfies and even at this early stage of the day fighting amongst themselves. Some of the men were just as bad. We started well with the wind but the Pies had regained the lead by half-time. The third quarter was all ours with eight goals and in the last, we kicked another eight to finish all over them by nine goals. Having kept very, very quiet all day for fear of attracting the wrong sort of attention, the beers (ice-cold cans!) finally got the better of me and this is when I did the craziest thing in my life. As Mark 'Jacko' Jackson kicked his seventh to seal victory, I let rip with a loud "Go Demons!!". Things then went eerily quiet in the outer as hundreds of pairs of beady eyes bored into us. I looked at my mate, he nodded and we turned and ran as fast as we could towards the exit and kept going all the way to Johnstone Street where we jumped on the first bus we found. It didn't matter that it was heading in the wrong direction, we just wanted to get away from that horrible joint. Only my drycleaner will know just how frightened I was that day.

Don't forget we also won the night / pre-season comp in 1989 as well, giving us two flags in three years. Those were the days.

Give those magnificent Premiership players a cash bonus! Let's say $100k plus zooper.

I don't even know how to say it ... is it AFL ex? AFL cross? AFL ten? AFL multiplied by?

Don't worry Picket, we're not laughing with you, we're laughing at you.

Bring back Bohdan!

I still have NFI what a JLT even is, nor do I care. Bet it doesn't taste as good as a BLT.

I reckon that will be on your gravestone, old dee.

All clash jumpers are rubbish because they're just not necessary.

Just the usual off-season fluff, Wellsy. Not even worth wasting a click on this non-story.

I used to know a bloke who sniffed glue (true story) and his nickname was 'Bostik'.