Biffen

Poor old pond scum. I often think about him just after my morning coffee and cig. As I sit on my throne.

I moved out of that line of work months ago.I recall vividly a time when you were willing to be the John Voight character to my Dustin Hoffman. You country lads come to town with stars in your eyes in your tasseled suede suits but you never last long in the cut and thrust of the big smoke.

I too am having a hard time trying to emotionally stabilise a varied and idiosyncratic bunch if dispirited men and keep them focused on football. Unfortunately I know how Roosy feels and I believe chook does also.luckily we have frequent updates on your bodily fluid output and intake to provide is with a thought so repulsive that we feel like talking footy again.

Nuts and nanas- FMDrunk. The symbolism is overtly homoerotic. The things you crave are disturbing me. We have enough unrequited love around here for a book of poetry.

Some men are beyond my help.I have tried all manner of therapy . No point in wasting meds.

Some men are beyond my help.I have tried all manner of therapy . No point in wasting meds.

I'm not into anything weird Moon-the company you have been keeping has turned you into a depraved sicko.

Sort of like paintball- except literally flinging shite.Sounds great .will need a mask probably. Where do I sign?

I am always trying to help People less fortunate than myself Moonie.You will need pills to quell the nightmares for a decade or two. Dr Biff can always deliver. No questions asked.

They call it electro- shock

I was just de- briefing Moonie after his tumultuous weekend.He has seen vulgarity and crassness before but not on a rural scale. I am afraid he has lost his faith in humanity for ever and he is fearful of social interaction in case of any further fateful encounters . He will be fine when his therapy is finished- give him time.

I don't have a social circle so much as a ring. As far as fitting into Romsey goes , one would have to be desperate. Or into moleskins and whips.

You managed to stay awake then.Probably due to fear of being crushed by Bbos " pecs" . What an interesting meeting .

Humility is not healthy for anyone.I suggest whatever endorphins you create today should not be wasted on friendliness to the masses. If you run into Moonie at the footy please don't go on about the fitness jaunt. He may fall asleep in the Darklands and never awake.

This job was rushed- anyway readies these days don't like getting dirty.

I was in a bit of a hurry- need to clean it and return it pronto.Still have the receipt- love Bunnings " free hire system"

It's so easy to criticise an entrepreneur but if people like me didn't stimulate the cash economy there would be more people paying tax .

Sorry guys- I've been in induced coma(stupidly reading through frogs posts). Anyone know how to get bone out of a chainsaw? (Been renovating at the Gat) It's has been tough times - like a re- build of a re- build.

BTW Although I do not wish to discourage your new found health zealotry, you mentioned that you pectorals were resting on your gut. This means they are technically titz as pectoral is a muscle.. And I thought you only pumped irony.

Going to the gym won't help you BBO- you need Pilates and hydrotherapy. But I am sure you are only in there for visual stimulation as well as your feeble attempts at efficacy.

Sounds terrible Jazza- like work people advertise as "honest ".The alarm clock thing sounds injurious to my delicately balanced sleep patterns. Thank you for your kind offer-but the only time I like to see a cows rump is on a plate with chips and salad.

My business will bounce back Bitters- and when it does I have a free credit in store offer for you. Gotta go fill out some insurance claims. If Abe Saffron can bounce back from disaster do can I.

Maple - I fully agree that you are not Gatwick material - not everyone is cut out for " the life". Further- for Jazza to infer that you might be is scandalous . We can't expect much from the uneducated agrarian millionaires.

Watching them play rugby in the paddock must have been the final straw for you.Perhaps if you spent less time at the neighbours your flock might feel safer.

I remember You telling me about the scandal with the farm hand on the 457 visa. I still can't believe you didn't know what was happening until the lads started speaking with a kiwi accent.