The President & I

That my friends is Vladimir Putin topless, feeding a horse, in some mountauin range with mirrored lenses on his favourite glasses. What does it have to do with us? Everything! See, Vladimir Putin is like Graham Werner. They both think they are really important when the team is around, going as far as handing out instructions and advice but the moment they turn around, the action begins.





Take Saturday for instance. A day that should lay claim to being an historic event. We won and won well without the "advantage" of Graham Werner's presence. Sure, the back was tighter, faster and fitter than it had been all year and Rens really controlled the middle but what we all loved was thinking about that fat fuck being shirtless, feeding a horse in some mountain ranges wearing his most favouritest cheapest $12:00 servo sunnies. Look around, take a deep breath and enjoy the serenity that surrounds you.... P.S. Don't eat the 3ft marshmallows running around, they're called children!





I am glad we won, it was great because we all feel it deep within our bones. We've strived to achieve the unachieveable. Thought to think the unthinkable. Attempted to attain the unattainable and Werns has even eaten the inedible. I enjoy my weekend Juice as much as the next guy (man not the beverage) and it will not seeing him this weekend but we must take it..... Hark. "Take it where?", you say. Why the next level of course. We're talking pennant time bitches!!!!!!!!!!

Unfortunately, it looks like we may only have 9 players and that's if Craig Hutchinson gets over his period, sniffles or whatever reason he felt under the weather on Tuesday. 9 players!!! Can we still win? YES! I say we go out and give it our best. No, Nick Deluca won't be there as Sunday is training day as he aims for this years Tour de Fag unicycle race.

"Gotta get to the finish to see Perez Hilton at the Gala Dinner tonight. Hope he thinks my outfit is Faboosh!" *SNAPS*

Some of the boys are down the snow this weekend and that's been planned for ages so I don't blame them. In fact everyone deserves a week off every now and then. So while they are riding the Pink runs at Perisher, sipping on a Hot Toddy and giving each other back massages, let's go out and position ourselves for the pennant boys! We need a win this weekend, a big one. So Hutcho, pull out your tampon, Franky dust off those boots, Cottee bring Commitment the Dog, Fairclough win back that golden boot and Dowd strap on your bestest favourite sports yamaka, we're gonna win us some pennant boys!

1, 2, 3... NO DILDOS!!!!!