Come on girl, show 'em what you can do!

Coach Werner got us through our first challenge on the weekend as we went down to Chokeville Prems 2-1. What a bummer. A few pieces of better luck (or execution) and we could've claimed victory in the mouth of hell. Boy was it warm. What about the Elevator? Wayne-oh-no just lifted it over the bar from about a foot out. Against his old team too, must've stung a bit. (BTW, The Elevator is Wayne's new nickname, yep I made it up. Write it down, take a picture, sing it to the tune of a Savage Garden song, I don't care!)

This we take on the "neckers". That's right those fuckwits called the Hills Hawks. Who could think of something better to do at 4:50pm on a Sunday afternoon. Water the Gardenias? Sit down and prepare yourself for Channel 9's parade of suckage starting aka Domestic Blitz? Knit yourself a new naval themed jumper for the cooler months? No, if you have two testicles (three for coach) and a heart beat you should be at Galston watching the mighty Parrots tear shit up. Tear as in rip not as in cry. Though they might be crying after we beat the snot out of 'em and show them who the superior genus of bird is!

Afterwards we might go out and celebrate by listening to Lady gaga. I dunno, we're just so unpredictable, who knows what we'll do????




Now for the big news. I mean big as in the fattest guy you know is coming back to our humble shores. Can you feel it? Can you hold your excitement? Can you hold onto the food that he will inevitably try to rip out of your mouth like the time at Reynolds' 22nd birthday when he declared the leftovers were his and had them doggy bagged so he could take them home without even consulting anyone else, least of all the birthday boy?

Word on the grape vine is that Graham has had a bit of trouble. He's gone dark, started hanging out drinking coffee and lsitening to My Chemical Romance. Here's evidence that he's even a cutter!



Ok, goodnight. See you all at the game. Anonymous Blogger is getting back in the swing of things. Sometimes I feel awkward back typing again. Now I feel like Mr Kelly. Sure the first time it was fun but now it just doesn't feel the same second time round. Hey, at least he gets to meet Ben Fordham, I just sit here and type shit about a midget that used to host his own variety program. OF SHIT! Hahahaha...

Watch it. Process what has just happened. Love it!

Sad face

Some days my emotions get the best of me. Some days I wake up and don't want to leave my bed. Some days I struggle to find the energy to power up my Apple IIe so I can play 'Where In The World Is Carmen Sand Diego?' and do my blog. Every single one of those days it is your absence that kills me. It's hard to get motivated, I don't know what to do with myself and I have zero material for my blog.

Please come back. I miss you.

It's like the finale of Blossom or the show LOST. Nobody gets it but me. When you used to waddle (run) at training, your nipples flexed, holding up the yards of fabric you'd call a shirt, thighs rubbing with the ferocity of Norway's curling team, buttocks dancing from side to side like a barge being tossed in a large ocean swell and chins jiggling like the hindquarters of Kirstie Alley, I was hypnotised. The beauty in the beast was almost too much to contain and it spilled out of me...... Wait, that sounds like I was having a tug. My enthusiasm was channelled in a way that allowed me to write about you continuously and I took such enjoyment from that. I just want you to know that I'm missing you Graham.

Did you know that the fast food economy has collapsed in your absence? Coincidence or direct correlation? Also, McGraths Hill is rising out of the ditch in which it resides. Almost like a giant weight has been lifted from it's boundaries. Weird!

Come back Guts. The deep fried industry (and I) need you!

Dang.

Guys. I could write one hundred stories about this picture and how something awesome is happening with Player A or Player B, or how Player C would hit that. Just know that I can show restraint when hand delivered a photo of coach's last 5 conquests.

P.S. Conquest is the correct term. Climbing aboard does require oxygen assistance when you're that far above sea level. Mt N-Everest!