Biffen

Was it snowing that day or was it just dandruff,spittle and sweat pouring off the specimen?

There was certainly enough for everyone.

I have seen it first hand and it cannot be denied. Though it is often for the wrong reasons.

You see DC, Jazza learnt at home. It should be innate .

They are lovely with butter ,salt ,pepper and a sprinkle of parmesan. Fresh Redleg-not the canned variety rolled diagonally in a slice of white bread that has had the crust removed.

You never really left us fl.og Not for long enough anyhow.

Actually ,you're right. The frog deserves no ruth!

Fair point. Just some levity on what for some is a very sad day. You heartless intellectual snob.

DC having his favourite day of the year with many I bet. Bitters busy showering the women of Romsey with carnations.

and if you could walk that way you wouldn't need the talcum powder.

Sell the farm Jizz. Dairy farming is best left to corrupt Chinese

Jizzo was a master of the slap stick. Probably still does.

Sleep at the G coming up. FMD. You would have to be completely [censored] faced wouldn't you?

Having had the withering pleasure of meeting BBO and his metrosexual friend on Sunday morning i have only really now come to terms with the dangers of online chat forums such as this. BBO had donned his arseless chaps for the Freo game ,and was intent on drinking a quick six pots or as they call it in Romsey ,morning tea. He was also intent on dragging others into verbal confrontations with random strangers ,which must have prompted him to bring Moonshadow ,though one seriously has to wonder why. Also in tow was the lovely and erudite Maple ,who must have fallen prey to the sick charms and crude invocations we all know uncle bitters is capable of. Luckily ,Maple was three sheets to the wind upon arrival ,oblivious to the coarseness of her chaperones.She began the morning with a Midori mixed with Maple syrup and I'm quite surprised she didn't add sugar. She managed to find a child that had lost it's parent and proceeded to feed it a procession of junk food which was just as well as the dirty little urchin looked as if it had been wandering the streets for some time. I took the liberty of inviting a great legal mind along to defray any impositions the law might attempt to impose on such a likely crew. Good job too. Not long into the second quarter , Bitters began a slippery descent into a homophobic rant at the umpires ,an unfortunate Freo supporter who looked like he had ridden a fixie to the game with a little creatures pilsener stuffed in his beard,as well as at some men in front of us who were very well groomed. Moonie decided to try to quell the gathering police presence by diverting attention to the football but at this stage he was virtually unconscious ,balthering about the Greens and composting and how we can change the world from our inner city terraces and a copy of Das Kapital. Naturally ,i was the first arrested and while I waited for my lawyer to end the matter it appears Bitters had caused him some offence, and he refused to act on my behalf ever again. Long story short ,BBO blamed me for the homophobic rants and had me arrested. Moonie disappeared back into his vege garden and Maple absconded with the child to sell it on ebay. To top it off ,BBO refused to pay my bail so i was forced to spend the evening away from the Gat. Never again.

Better pack your bags [censored]. Before she starts charging you for phone calls .

Jesse " the body" Hogan?

The system. All you can do.

What a poor impersonation of the greatest athlete of all time. Ravishing Rick Flair! "To be the man-you gotta BEAT the man. And I am -The MAN!!

Speaking of which, Fallen on tough times. Drinking Chilean wines. Surprisingly good. What the [censored] has the Australian wine industry ever done for me anyway. They should be building statues to honour customers like me.

WHo doesn't love a wet lunch?

I can see you being showered in gold and just loving it.

I own a collection of Mercedes Benz symbols taken from the bonnets of various different models over decades.

Just a fiery naked she-devil ,covered in flames ,a trident,some snakes,some indecipherable crud,some shhity latin/chinese script,a dagger and a Demonic figure across the forehead. Nothing weird.

If you call 10 seconds a long time ,then i managed to abstain for that long.

Get Gus to the Ink parlour pronto! I want to see some Ink. When you have a ten or twelve year future in the AFL it doesn't really matter what the corporate system says about face/neck/sleeve tatts or job prospects. He is an AFL mid-fielder ,bon fide, and he needs to start colouring himself in like one. Hurry up Jonesy!