Parmi | #1 draft pick | Jake King is **** | Big Bash League tipping champion of the universeCome and Paint Turtle
Not quite raining men here.
So yeah, ruined.
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"People make me happy.. not places.. people"
"When a man is tired of London, he is tired of life." - Samuel Johnson
"Hope is the fuel of progress and fear is the prison in which you put yourself" - Tony Benn
"All are lunatics, but he who can analyze his delusions is called a philosopher." - Ambrose Bierce
Langeveldt: I of course blame their parents.. and unchecked immigration!
GingerFurball: He's Austrian, they tend to produce the odd ****ed up individual
Burgey: Be careful dealing with neighbours whose cars don't have wheels but whose houses do.
Uppercut: Maybe I just need better strippers
Preston? Is that even a thing anymore?
'Grats tho, fella.
Cricket Web's 2013/14 Premier League Tipping Champion
- As featured in The Independent.
"as much a news event as an actual footballer, a worthy stop-start centre forward, but an all-time hyper-galactico when it comes to doing funny things with cars and hats, a player whose signing proves once again that the Premier League is still undoubtedly the best in the world when it comes to doing things with cars and hats."
- Barney Ronay on Mario Balotelli
We were playing beach cricket in a large estuary area (the sandy area in the foreground):
Anyway, you can see a rock ledge separating the lagoon from the sea - there are quite a few fishermen who sit up there with their lines in the ocean. We were about 50 metres from the lagoon area when we heard a guy yell out "woohoo", as he was swept off the ledge back into the lagoon.
At first we thought nothing of it, due to his exclamation which sounded like he was enjoying himself. Then his wife, who was about 100m further along the ledge started yelling out "help, help". Heath, me and another couple of guys slowly jogged to the waterline, again not expecting too much, but we noticed this large Maori fella, in heavy fishing clothing in the water.
We looked at each other, told each other we are rubbish swimmers, before Heef proved to be considering braver than me and waded in. Most of the way, he was up to his knees, but about 25-30m from the guy, the lagoon floor dropped away, so Heef had to pull out his best sidestroke. He and one of the other guys dragged the fisherman back to the beach. Interesting way to spend your stag afternoon...
I always had a nagging feeling I wasn't brave, so I was happy to have it confirmed.
Top marks to Heef though. I daresay my hangover was worse than his though - I had to hand over the driving duties to one of the other guys halfway home.
Last edited by Smudge; 03-11-2012 at 02:47 AM.
Indians can't bowl - Where has the rumour come from as I myself and many indian friends arwe competent fast bowlers ?
With the English bid I said: Let us be brief. If you give back the Falkland Islands, which belong to us, you will get my vote. They then became sad and left
Took the twins to sculpture by the sea today and it was wonderful.
The highlight was lunch afterwards at a Bondi pizza place which was at a place whose owner seemingly only recruits lingerie models for his wait staff. We were served out lunch by a (fully clothed) young lady from Toronto who's breasts arrived at the table about seven and a half minutes before the rest of her.
Having given her our order and maintained eye contact at all times, I looked over at the twins. Madame was busy playing on her iPod. Burgeinho had his fantastic little smirk on his face, prompting me to explain to him the difficulty he will have always looking a lady in the face as he gets older.
Apparently the salad I chose was "an excellent choice". Rarely have I felt so fulfilled getting an order endorsed by a waitress.
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