DING DING DING
Prince Phillip stranded on 99.
Deadpool success, matagi on the scoreboard with 10 points, plus a 5 point ******** bonus. With picks that have a low point value but high likelihood of imminent death, ma may just be the dark horse in this years competition.
Prince Phillip stranded on 99.
Deadpool success, matagi on the scoreboard with 10 points, plus a 5 point ******** bonus. With picks that have a low point value but high likelihood of imminent death, ma may just be the dark horse in this years competition.
Yeah nah I appreciate you all. Truly.
We're all just trying to closer to the big Golliwog in the sky.
We'll be fine. Trust me.
View: https://youtu.be/sNJUzwBNbxo
Dirty's choice again. I'll miss him when he goes tomorrow.
We're all just trying to closer to the big Golliwog in the sky.
We'll be fine. Trust me.
View: https://youtu.be/sNJUzwBNbxo
Dirty's choice again. I'll miss him when he goes tomorrow.
Welcome Booger.
And congrats Ma! You're definitely the cheval noire of this year's DeadPool.
It's Monday night and it's been a massif weekend for this one astronomer. Spent the whole day grinding through a setup for a special shoot on Monday night.... and then this, right at the alignment moment:
Thanks Elon!
DPF Bernie Madoff, a stellar crook and king of the Ponzi scheme. Died while serving a 150year prison term.
**** yeah. The Yumbo is back!
https://www.news.com.au/lifestyle/f...y/news-story/0d2d4fac2736ab7b19948c1ba89ea090
I loved the Yumbo.
Here is my Yumbo story.
Knox junior tour, must have been 88. The morning stage on the Sunday was out at Beaconsfield. Big circuit out around Emerald, ****** rain non stop, Brett Aitken rode away to win by 5 minutes+, ran over some poor ****s dropped Oakleys, I for some reason had a massively itchy ******** and to cap it all off got totally chopped up in the bunch sprint for second which I probably would have won and ended up fifth.
Arvo stage is at VFL park. Wind is coming in sideways and it’s hailing on and off by this stage. Arctic park was an apt nickname. 3 hour wait until the stage.
Anyway, the old man says to me and my mate Phil, “**** sitting in the car at arctic park freezing. We are going somewhere warm, we are going to Hungry Jacks. Me and Phil go “we can’t eat that ****, we are dedicated athletes”. Dad says “**** that ****. It’s 8c and hailing. Eat anything you can shovel into your gob”. I think Phil had a whopper meal. I had a Yumbo and chips and maybe an apple pie. We were warm, and could stretch out and relax.
Anyway, cut to arctic park, down the bottom of that shithole on a 1km course with a small hill each lap. We get there and look at everyone freezing in their cars while eating soggy sangas and I think “dad is a ****ing genius”. Race starts. I was flying. Down the edge every lap due to the cross wind. I’m picking my nose. Nearly 40 starters and only about ten finished on the lead lap. I even missed a split while having a brief rest to drink and just rode across a 100m gap on my own while the break and chasers were all strung out. Aitken did a double take when I got on, no one else got across. Lead out the sprint, thought I had it, Aitken and Marlon Schoen rolled me at the death. ****. Good result though. All thanks to dads idea to go to Hungry Jacks, and due to the might power of the Yumbo.
https://www.news.com.au/lifestyle/f...y/news-story/0d2d4fac2736ab7b19948c1ba89ea090
I loved the Yumbo.
Here is my Yumbo story.
Knox junior tour, must have been 88. The morning stage on the Sunday was out at Beaconsfield. Big circuit out around Emerald, ****** rain non stop, Brett Aitken rode away to win by 5 minutes+, ran over some poor ****s dropped Oakleys, I for some reason had a massively itchy ******** and to cap it all off got totally chopped up in the bunch sprint for second which I probably would have won and ended up fifth.
Arvo stage is at VFL park. Wind is coming in sideways and it’s hailing on and off by this stage. Arctic park was an apt nickname. 3 hour wait until the stage.
Anyway, the old man says to me and my mate Phil, “**** sitting in the car at arctic park freezing. We are going somewhere warm, we are going to Hungry Jacks. Me and Phil go “we can’t eat that ****, we are dedicated athletes”. Dad says “**** that ****. It’s 8c and hailing. Eat anything you can shovel into your gob”. I think Phil had a whopper meal. I had a Yumbo and chips and maybe an apple pie. We were warm, and could stretch out and relax.
Anyway, cut to arctic park, down the bottom of that shithole on a 1km course with a small hill each lap. We get there and look at everyone freezing in their cars while eating soggy sangas and I think “dad is a ****ing genius”. Race starts. I was flying. Down the edge every lap due to the cross wind. I’m picking my nose. Nearly 40 starters and only about ten finished on the lead lap. I even missed a split while having a brief rest to drink and just rode across a 100m gap on my own while the break and chasers were all strung out. Aitken did a double take when I got on, no one else got across. Lead out the sprint, thought I had it, Aitken and Marlon Schoen rolled me at the death. ****. Good result though. All thanks to dads idea to go to Hungry Jacks, and due to the might power of the Yumbo.
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