Bitter but optimistic

Thank the Lord we do not have a large numbers of Scottish ancestry .. I'll take Arabs and Mussies over those blokes that wear dresses every time .

Beyond your ken Jizz! BTW . "Ken" isn't Barbie's mate but a clever word that Biffen and I understand! Well beyond dairy farmers. Well maybe the efficient/smart Kiwi dairy farmers would get it.

There are no turnip shaped pickets surely!

Both! Outstanding form. Didn't vomit til halfway home.

That's it !! Good old fashioned footy - then we all have a root and go home!

Yeah, and she can heat up the pies and sausage rolls after the game.

I would too. He is showing that much already that the vultures will be swooping.

Well Song, if Petracca is better than Brayshaw we are building a serious midfield. Toss in Hogan and we have some young (hopefully long term) guns.

You want a ruck - Spencer is the man!

Guess the same happened to you Moon - which would explain that large growth on your small [censored] that you continually complain about.

Correct venue Earl Hood . Can't really explain the damage - there was only a minor scuffle after all!

You're jealous Moon because you can't afford to attend classy establishments. And, even if you could, no one would invite you.

What a relief for the cows. They won't have to listen to Jizza's bull shite.

Now Now Jizz!!! Don't be making such wild statements. You are clutching at straws - those in your hair perhaps, or your apparel , or even those stuck to your shite covered gumboots. Biff spend's Sunday nights doing what you can only dream of doing.

I pay servants to carry out menial tasks Jizz.

Fl og and Jizz both online. Knocks my theory that they are brain sharing!

Perhaps the "Old Spice" is no longer working for you Jizz. Maybe some "Lynx" from the nearest Supermarket will do the trick.

Still kicking I see Jizz. How did the footy opening go? I suppose you have been over run with invites since then - cow shite on the cuffs and all.

Well Mable, IMHO (That's hipster speak) I outshone them quite clearly. My knowledge of gourmet dining and boozing left them speechless.

Jesus guys. I reckon we'll get the sh ite kicked out of us. I hope I'm wrong but I'm keeping my money in my pocket.

Had dinner in Earl Hood's hipster Brunswick Street last night. The me and you was all written in French. Tucker wasn't bad but I wasn't going to come at any of that French lolly water to drink. Told them wine was spelt s h i r a z. They looked at me as If I was some sort of ignoramus - bloody immigrants.

That could fit the bill No obvious physical ailment but clearly not at his best. (although better this week)

You are correct dc. We expected too much of Jack. Once we saw it was going to be wet and miserable we should have told him to stay snuggled up in the hotel and watch the game on telly.

I must be pizzed/ drugged!! WTF is this all about??