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- Bad Apple Audrey
- The cartoon church
- Sir Martinkus
- A Zemblanian abroad and at home
- A hodge podge of hotzeplotz
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- Jottlesby's nottings, or should that be Nottlesby's jottings?
- The Snarking of the Hunt
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- Croucherisms...
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- Desciopolous!
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7 comments:
I'm thinking of going for the Cats (in a don't give a damn, think the whole thing is an androcentric affront to good use of public time kind of way).
Purrfect choice.
No we can't.
There is only one winner.
WE WON, WE WON, WE WON, WE WON!!!
Fooking brilliant!!!!
In a game of two halves, everyone gave 110% and football was the winner.
The cliche cup.
Congrats Caz. I was at the Dan O'Connell Saturday poetry session while it was all going on and it was amusing to see everyone's eyes, including the feature poet, lifting to the screen above the door. (Indeed, the feature poet had to eventually be excused. Another Cats' supporter.)
Hee, hee.
Silly bugger.
Is booking yourself in for a poetry reading on Grand Final day, well, even worse than agreeing to book your wedding for that date?
Does the man expect to be taken as a genuine Melbournian?
We screamed, we yelled, we almost cried, we screamed - again - thrilled and filled with joy.
Yes, this is what it means to be born and bred in Melbourne. You can leave the city, but when you come back, one's religion of birth is born again.
And then we do it all again next year ...
Did you see how I managed to back the right team? Without knowing anything about fooddy? Pretty impressive, no?
Anyone want some advice about the stock market?
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