Ok, this will be my last post on this blog.... But dont worry, i have set up another one, more relevant to the politics of today... I mean, in the way that the Boys are all back from New Zealand and im not alone anymore!
So follow my new blog, shed a few tears on the death of this one, and maybe learn a thing or two...
Peace
alexis
Saturday, November 8, 2008
Wednesday, November 5, 2008
bbl
We played our second (should have been our third, what do you expect from duns but?) game on Monday night against last years winner, Colts Green. And we shot the friggen lights out.
Actually, to be more accurate, Jarryd shot the lights out. Four 3 pointers in a row in fact. We were up 14 to 6 and we continued our dominance in offense to finish the half 25 to 17. Against the top team. Not a bad effort, needless to say. But i did anyway, cos i like talking us up.
All was good, Brock was smashing the boards, Lachie was darting around as always and our turnovers were right down. Brock even had a couple of rejections to his name, and Kelly had one too. Our D let us down however, because while we didnt let them take outside shots, they shot from the paint in almost every offense.
Then we came back to earth with a hopeless 2nd half, not helped at all by one of the umpires, and for naming purposes, we will call him the Hater. If you see the calls he made, you would know why we call him that. Shocking. Shockingly shocking. I was shocked.
Our turnovers sky-rocketed, our shots rimmed out and our D kept failing. The score finished at 34 to 38, with Colts outscoring us in the 2nd half 21 - 9. But we took it to the top team and we know next time, if we at the top of our game, all game, we will bring those dinosaurs back to earth by crushing them... Mark my words.
Anyway, for fun's sake, here is a photo of Brock doing what he does best:
Impressive. Well we have Saints White this week, with the one they call the A - Fray, and an old nemesis in Snooky. Shall be fun. 8.20 Monday night, be there early so we can sign your posters and jerseys...
Peace
Actually, to be more accurate, Jarryd shot the lights out. Four 3 pointers in a row in fact. We were up 14 to 6 and we continued our dominance in offense to finish the half 25 to 17. Against the top team. Not a bad effort, needless to say. But i did anyway, cos i like talking us up.
All was good, Brock was smashing the boards, Lachie was darting around as always and our turnovers were right down. Brock even had a couple of rejections to his name, and Kelly had one too. Our D let us down however, because while we didnt let them take outside shots, they shot from the paint in almost every offense.
Then we came back to earth with a hopeless 2nd half, not helped at all by one of the umpires, and for naming purposes, we will call him the Hater. If you see the calls he made, you would know why we call him that. Shocking. Shockingly shocking. I was shocked.
Our turnovers sky-rocketed, our shots rimmed out and our D kept failing. The score finished at 34 to 38, with Colts outscoring us in the 2nd half 21 - 9. But we took it to the top team and we know next time, if we at the top of our game, all game, we will bring those dinosaurs back to earth by crushing them... Mark my words.
Anyway, for fun's sake, here is a photo of Brock doing what he does best:
Impressive. Well we have Saints White this week, with the one they call the A - Fray, and an old nemesis in Snooky. Shall be fun. 8.20 Monday night, be there early so we can sign your posters and jerseys...Peace
Monday, November 3, 2008
Herro
Hi all.
Just a quick post to firstly apologise for the lack of finger exercises i have been doing on my keyboard lately...
Secondly, i just realised that the whole reason i created this blog was for the boys while they were away. They are back now, and i sort of miss blogging. Okay, i miss it.
So i just need to get some feedback and find out if anyone still reads this despite my absence, and whether this blog is worth keeping and continuing, or whether a joint blog with Brock would be a better idea?
Anyway, this is a democracy so please let me know what u reckon i should. Take the time to write a comment, please.
I love you all.
Alexxx
Just a quick post to firstly apologise for the lack of finger exercises i have been doing on my keyboard lately...
Secondly, i just realised that the whole reason i created this blog was for the boys while they were away. They are back now, and i sort of miss blogging. Okay, i miss it.
So i just need to get some feedback and find out if anyone still reads this despite my absence, and whether this blog is worth keeping and continuing, or whether a joint blog with Brock would be a better idea?
Anyway, this is a democracy so please let me know what u reckon i should. Take the time to write a comment, please.
I love you all.
Alexxx
Thursday, September 25, 2008
Halo
Ive been doing some research. It seems that the next installment of the Halo: Combat Evolved series is not Halo 4, but Halo Wars. It serves as a prequel to to the trilogy of Xbox games. Its not a first person shooter like we have become accustomed to in Halo - it is a strategy game, similar to Age Of Empires.
It is set in the years leading up to the boarding of the Pillar of Autumn, when the human colony ship Reach was carrying its most precious cargo - the hundreds of genetically engineered and purposely trained super soldiers called Spartans. The game chronicles the wars that ensued with the alien Covenant and ended ultimately in the destruction of Reach and almost all of the Spartans.
Im looking forward to it coming out, but im a little disappointed that there is no Halo 4. Oh well. This game is supposed to revolutionise the strategy genre, and transform it from PC only to console aswell.
There is also a movie that will be made on the Halo universe - well there was. Peter Jackson was set to direct, they had a script and they even made the Warthog, but pre-production stalled when Jackson bailed. Now it is a 'dormant' project, and by all reports not yet dead. Apparently it will be made, its just a matter of how long.
They released some images from scenes in a proposed script, which looks pretty damn good. The script is more true to Halo: Fall of Reach (the novel that was written detailing the lead-up to Halo 1), and it shows all the Spartans in training and so forth. They were still undecided whether it would be animated or live-action, but i reckon it should be live-action. It worked with Star Wars and Transformers, why not Halo?
This post is mostly for the Mulks as you can tell, but let me know if you think you would go and watch it?
Tuesday, September 23, 2008
Brownlow
Last night was the prestigious Brownlow Medal count. Being 18, i set up a TABsportsbet account just for this occasion. I placed 4 bets, totalling $50. I had:
$5 on the top three polling Geelong players to be Bartell, Ablett, and Corey, in that order, to win $20
$5 Multi on the brownlow winner to be from Geelong, and for Geelong to win the GF by 40+ points, to win $21.25
$20 Multi for Riewoldt,
$20 Multi on Judd to beat Corey in votes, and for Cooney to beat Riewoldt, to win $66.60
As we all know, Cooney ended up pipping Black, who was winning all night, with 24 votes. I lost the first one, as the order ended up being Ablett, Selwood, Corey. I also lost the 2nd bet as Cooney isnt from Geelong. My third was looking good until Kerr whipped Cox with 8 votes to 3, and even Riewoldt lost by a vote or two to Lenny Hayes.
I did, however, win the last bet! Cooney obviously beat Riewoldt, but it was hell nail biting with the Judd-Corey thing. Corey was on more votes the whole time except for the last 2 rounds. But Juddy pulled through, to win over Corey 16 votes to 15. So all up i won $16.60.
My Dad won $30 cos he had $5 on Black to get 1st, 2nd or 3rd.
My Mummy won $90-odd because she put 5 each way on Cooney.
Anyway, i gots to run. peace
Big One
Yes the weekend was a big one.
Friday arvo Kel came over for a bit of pool and a bit of Flight of the Concords. I was steadily dominating him in pool so he thought he would try and put me off my game by 'raising the stakes' or more accurately, making some stakes. I wasnt keen on money so i said whoever wins got a beer bought for them. I won the game convincingly and offered Kelly a rematch with, not double or nothing, but double or flip, just to tempt him. He said, and i quote, "I've never walked away from a challenge".
Needless to say he lost and owed me two beers that night.
My parents and i got to the Vasse at about 8, and Kel got there with Morgs around 9, and Garreth not long after. It was pretty quiet at first, but it warmed up around 10 when all the young crew came in. I made my first horse-racing bet, but lost embarrassingly, but lucky it was Dads shout. He won it back two races later. We got a Jager-Bomb before they stopped doing it, which was hell good cos i didnt have to buy as it was my Bday sorta, and they are hella expensive.
At 11 they shut and we slowly made our way to the Nard, stopping to have a tandem piss of course. They let me, and more importantly Kelly, in without checking IDs. Maybe cos he looks like a redheaded Wolverine, who knows. It was way more hardcore there, and there were a few fights around closing time. It was still good but, and Schutsy was working behind the bar so me and Kel got pints for the price of middies. Except he gave us guiness which tastes like it looks - like boar water. Then some dude i knew from East Perth was there and recognised me, which sucked in the end cos he starting kissing me on the cheeks and squeezing my ass, so i learnt to avoid him pretty quick. Even Kelly got a kiss from him, which i think Kel enjoyed. It was about 2 when we got home, thanks to Morgies Mum.
Then Saturday i watched Wanderers their 15's GF. Pretty good game, they only won by 8 points. After that i had work, but i managed to sneak off at 9.30pm without signing off so i didnt risk getting kept behind for polishing. It was a signature Brock move, deviously sneaky. Got to Rob's (Seia, hell good soccer player dude) going away party in Carbanup. Pretty good, knew a few people which helped.
Then Sunday went with Pagey to watch him play league, where Busso won over Souths, but Ressies lost in their earlier game at a different ground. They are both in the Prelim this coming weekend.
And that was my weekend.
Friday, September 19, 2008
18th
Well those of you who dont know it was my birthday yesterday, and im now a man. To celebrate, Jarryd surprised me with his presence and we went to the Vasse for some chippies and middies (which im now legally able to purchase) and saw G-Love too.
For my special day i got a southbound ticket, some shaving stuff (a hint im thinking), and some money. Oh a a fair bit of alcohol and a dvd, Flight of the Concords, which i havnt seen yet but is supposed to be hilarious.
And i also got to work, which was nice. Not really, cos we have had another person quit so we are up to 6 in 2 and a half weeks. But i did get some good tips!
Now im gearing up for a big weekend - i cant wait.
peace
For my special day i got a southbound ticket, some shaving stuff (a hint im thinking), and some money. Oh a a fair bit of alcohol and a dvd, Flight of the Concords, which i havnt seen yet but is supposed to be hilarious.
And i also got to work, which was nice. Not really, cos we have had another person quit so we are up to 6 in 2 and a half weeks. But i did get some good tips!
Now im gearing up for a big weekend - i cant wait.
peace
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Extravaganza to Embarrassment
Man wednesday was absolutely crazy. That morning i woke up at 6 to help Steve Rutter deliver the Dunborough papers (the Mail) to all the markets and stuff, cos im doing it for him next wednesday as he is on holiday. It was pretty fun, and easy. Basically just cruising around packing heat, in the form of newspapers.
Then later on Jackson had his Music Extravanganza at school. He has copped a fair bit of shit about it from the rest of us, you know, we make all the poofter jokes and stuff. So he's basically got huge balls to still go ahead and do it, and he ended up singing Im Yours (You'll love this Kel), by Jason Mraz. He got the hugest applause when the MC dude announced he was about to sing, everyone loves him at that school hey. Im hella jealous. Anyway here is a link to the youtube vid of it, its worth it.
So on the way home from that, after picking all the kids, we are driving along and we stop at the Lights near mulks house cos its a red light. You sort of have to stop for red lights. And then the engine does this weird thing and starts shuddering, then stalls. Mum tried to boot it up again but it wouldnt go, and we realised then that the Petrol Light was on for a reason. So here we are, right in the middle of the intersection at peak hour, and we have no idea what were gonna do so we just flip on the hazard lights and Mum calls some friends. One of them was nearby so she said she was on her way.
So we are waiting for her, and then this school bus of older kids, like 1 or 2 years younger than me rock up right next door. I was about to die of embarrassment but then i got over it and realised pretty quickly that it was a good photo op, so i got the camera out and filmed the situation for everyone. Im pretty sure that everyone thought i was a hell big tool but who really cares? I tired to put the vid on here but it took too long, i will try again on youtube.
In the end, Mums friend came and helped us push the car around the car where we abandoned it. It was a pretty shit 10 minutes it fair to say.
Then later on Jackson had his Music Extravanganza at school. He has copped a fair bit of shit about it from the rest of us, you know, we make all the poofter jokes and stuff. So he's basically got huge balls to still go ahead and do it, and he ended up singing Im Yours (You'll love this Kel), by Jason Mraz. He got the hugest applause when the MC dude announced he was about to sing, everyone loves him at that school hey. Im hella jealous. Anyway here is a link to the youtube vid of it, its worth it.
So on the way home from that, after picking all the kids, we are driving along and we stop at the Lights near mulks house cos its a red light. You sort of have to stop for red lights. And then the engine does this weird thing and starts shuddering, then stalls. Mum tried to boot it up again but it wouldnt go, and we realised then that the Petrol Light was on for a reason. So here we are, right in the middle of the intersection at peak hour, and we have no idea what were gonna do so we just flip on the hazard lights and Mum calls some friends. One of them was nearby so she said she was on her way.
So we are waiting for her, and then this school bus of older kids, like 1 or 2 years younger than me rock up right next door. I was about to die of embarrassment but then i got over it and realised pretty quickly that it was a good photo op, so i got the camera out and filmed the situation for everyone. Im pretty sure that everyone thought i was a hell big tool but who really cares? I tired to put the vid on here but it took too long, i will try again on youtube.
In the end, Mums friend came and helped us push the car around the car where we abandoned it. It was a pretty shit 10 minutes it fair to say.
Monday, September 15, 2008
End of the Week
The weekend was pretty uneventful it must be said. Friday night Kel came over and we watched the footy over a couple of beers, while i dominated him in pool. As always. And i teased him about being a fan of Jason Mraz. I mean everyone is, but only the punces make it public!
On Saturday i placed a wager on Collingwood to win by less than 20 points but being such a dismal team, they let me down. Thats $5 ill never see again.
I went and watched the 17's Preliminary final against Dunsborough but they had too many options in attack and went on to win by a few goals. Mike Robbins proved again how much of a champion he is.
Then that night i had the pleasure of working at Abbey for the GMAS Ball. I was expecting it to be for the students but i got a hell big surprise when i got there and it was all adults. Apparently they were raising money for the school or whatever. Anyway it was a better function than most, cause i knew plenty of the people there like Dog and Julie Kelly, as well as Brad and Donna Fraser, and even Sam Rix was there for some reason. They had unlimited alcohol provided so most of them were pretty sloshed by the time they got their main meals. Its fun watching parents drunk.
I didnt really know what i was doing so i just tried to walk around and look like i did. Then i went over to the bar under the false pretense of needing a Lemon Lime and Bitters made for a customer but there was a disturbance there. Apparently some lady had come down to the bar like a minute earlier to tell Adam the barman that there was a 'domestic disturbance' (which is the proper term for some dude is bashing his woman) in the room above her. There was heaps of arguing and the cops got called in to sort that shit out.
Apart from that the night went smooth as, except for when i had to stand at the door as everyone left so they didnt take alcohol out of the premises. Everyone was trying all these sneaky mover but i wouldnt have any of it.
Yesterday the Reserves and League played in their finals at Hands oval. Reserves won in a thriller against Scary Park where they were protecting a 2 goal advantage against a 3 goal breeze to win by a goal. League did hell good up to half time to only be 2 points behind HBL at half time but then they dropped and lost be 5 i think.
Anyway, thats all for now, i will let you if anything exciting happens over the next couple of days but im not expecting it to.
Im off.
Friday, September 12, 2008
More.
Here is another handful of Demotivators cos i have a day off work. I am running very short of photos of people we know unfortunately so until i get my hand on some more that will probably be it for a while.
If anyone has any photos with some good content, and Yes that includes you Sue ( i know you still have that photos of Jarryd hugging Brock naked) please send them to trom@aapt.net.au.
Thats all folks
P.S. Six more days...
If anyone has any photos with some good content, and Yes that includes you Sue ( i know you still have that photos of Jarryd hugging Brock naked) please send them to trom@aapt.net.au.
Thats all folks
P.S. Six more days...
Thursday, September 11, 2008
Demotivational Posters Pt II
Here's some more Lambda Boys Demotivational Posters - lets just say i was... motivated. Haha. Takes like 2 minutes so i did a few of them. Same drill, click to enlarge, i will make them small thumbnails otherwise it takes too long to upload. Let me know what u think.
Especially the ones about Brock haha.
Especially the ones about Brock haha.
Demotivational Posters
I discovered a truly humourous phenomenon the other day while surfing the good ol' net. I unearthed motivational posters, and more to the point, their spin-offs, demotivational posters. Here is one of my favourites, which i think you will like. Maybe not the Mums reading this actually. But defintely the boys:
So it got me thinking... Almost any pic can be turned into something funny with the three part punchline. So here is one that i made using some original photos.
I am hoping to conjure up some more, but i need more photos, so if anyone has an idea, photo or anything, let me know. Oh, and just click to enlarge the images if you are finding it hard to read. If you are, you're probably a mum.
So it got me thinking... Almost any pic can be turned into something funny with the three part punchline. So here is one that i made using some original photos.
I am hoping to conjure up some more, but i need more photos, so if anyone has an idea, photo or anything, let me know. Oh, and just click to enlarge the images if you are finding it hard to read. If you are, you're probably a mum.
Wednesday, September 10, 2008
Better. Mostly.
Thankyou all for your messages of support and blessings, i'm almost better.
OK, on the weekend at Abbey it was the biggest function of the year, 280 pax for two straight days. A lot of people you might say, and correct you would be. Well, because of my sickness, i had to bail on this massive function. Now i can hear your thoughts.... What a coincidence, the only time he gets sick, it just HAPPENS to be the BIGGEST function of the year... yeah right... And i can understand that point of view cos its what i would be thinking. But i have an alibi: Garreth.
You see, ever since this great, great man stopped working at Abbey, it hasnt been anywhere near as fun. However, being such a big function, they decided to call in a favour with the man they call 'G', and they got him to come in on Saturday. I was so amped about working with him again that i was devastated when i realised i would be too sick to work. He isnt happy about it either, wont Msg me back or reply on facebook.
I might have to send him flowers or something.
I had the worst sleeps over the weekend, but none worse than Monday night. I had been watching Seinfeld all day having been crook and all. But when i fell asleep i was caught in this weird, recurring limbo place, and all i would do i move my car down a one way street and argue about women from the 80's with George Castanza. It was really unusual, and gay, cos it kept happening over and over again. In the end i somehow came to the conclusion (half asleep) that i would have new dreams if i took my pants off. It didnt work.
Anyway i just want to let it be known how lame Brock is for not liking Tropic Thunder as much as me. But what can you expect, the guy likes High School Musical and stuff.
Its my birthday in just over a week so Brock, Jarryd, Mulks: If you want to come over here for a couple of hours to celebrate then fly back, youre welcome to. Really, you are. And if you dont, it means you have to by me a present. I didnt get you guys any but then again at least i was there when it was your bday. So get my a present and we'll call it even.
And it better not be a bag of rice like you got Jizzy one year.
Im off like Gary Lion on the stretcher hahahaha
OK, on the weekend at Abbey it was the biggest function of the year, 280 pax for two straight days. A lot of people you might say, and correct you would be. Well, because of my sickness, i had to bail on this massive function. Now i can hear your thoughts.... What a coincidence, the only time he gets sick, it just HAPPENS to be the BIGGEST function of the year... yeah right... And i can understand that point of view cos its what i would be thinking. But i have an alibi: Garreth.
You see, ever since this great, great man stopped working at Abbey, it hasnt been anywhere near as fun. However, being such a big function, they decided to call in a favour with the man they call 'G', and they got him to come in on Saturday. I was so amped about working with him again that i was devastated when i realised i would be too sick to work. He isnt happy about it either, wont Msg me back or reply on facebook.
I might have to send him flowers or something.
I had the worst sleeps over the weekend, but none worse than Monday night. I had been watching Seinfeld all day having been crook and all. But when i fell asleep i was caught in this weird, recurring limbo place, and all i would do i move my car down a one way street and argue about women from the 80's with George Castanza. It was really unusual, and gay, cos it kept happening over and over again. In the end i somehow came to the conclusion (half asleep) that i would have new dreams if i took my pants off. It didnt work.
Anyway i just want to let it be known how lame Brock is for not liking Tropic Thunder as much as me. But what can you expect, the guy likes High School Musical and stuff.
Its my birthday in just over a week so Brock, Jarryd, Mulks: If you want to come over here for a couple of hours to celebrate then fly back, youre welcome to. Really, you are. And if you dont, it means you have to by me a present. I didnt get you guys any but then again at least i was there when it was your bday. So get my a present and we'll call it even.
And it better not be a bag of rice like you got Jizzy one year.
Im off like Gary Lion on the stretcher hahahaha
Friday, September 5, 2008
New Plan
I had a massive-ass Carlsson-sized headache today... Not to mentions other stuff, so i was feeling pretty sorry for myself when i got to work, but good cos i wasnt being a pussy. But after like 2 hours my head nearly exploded, so i thort it would be wise to let my bosses know that i might not be well tonight.
So now i get tonight off. And just as well, cos im gonna sleep and drink water til i dont want to do either anymore.
Wish me well, wont you?
So now i get tonight off. And just as well, cos im gonna sleep and drink water til i dont want to do either anymore.
Wish me well, wont you?
Marathon
the reason i havnt updated for a few days is that nothing has happened here. Seriously. Except that Rhys Palmer won the Rising Star award and Cyril got second.
Well today is the marathon day. I was hell looking forward to it.... not. But yeah, i actually got a bug a couple of nights ago so im in a bit of a dilemma. If i call in sick, it will look like im a pussy, bailing on the biggest function of the year. If i go in, i have to try and make it through 13+ hours of work, and i struggled with 5 yesterday. Catch 22.
Tonight is the start of the finals for those who dont know. My finals team is Geelong, cos my favourite player plays for them. My finals is for dream is for Collingwood to get absolutely smashed by Adelaide in the first round of the finals. Oh the bliss.
Anyway, i have to be in work in half an hour, and i better have a shower, as good as my B.O smells.
Peace
Well today is the marathon day. I was hell looking forward to it.... not. But yeah, i actually got a bug a couple of nights ago so im in a bit of a dilemma. If i call in sick, it will look like im a pussy, bailing on the biggest function of the year. If i go in, i have to try and make it through 13+ hours of work, and i struggled with 5 yesterday. Catch 22.
Tonight is the start of the finals for those who dont know. My finals team is Geelong, cos my favourite player plays for them. My finals is for dream is for Collingwood to get absolutely smashed by Adelaide in the first round of the finals. Oh the bliss.
Anyway, i have to be in work in half an hour, and i better have a shower, as good as my B.O smells.
Peace
Monday, September 1, 2008
Get Some!
Watched the worlds funniest movie last night with a few of my most favourite people in the world. Pagey and kel were there, as well as Ally and TD. But i am sidetracked, cos i want to tell you all about that fateful movie: Tropic Thunder.
Me and Kel decided afterwards that we want to watch it again so we could remember all the funny quotes and shit... There was so much to quote, like in Anchorman, where every second sentence is hella funny. Here is my amatuer review.
* * * Warning: Here Be Spoilers * * *
Favourite Bit: When Kirk Lazarus is cornered about whether he is a poppy or paddy farmer. They ask 'What do u farm?' and he cant answer so he just whips out his guns and yells 'FARM THIS!' and pops caps in all the baddies. After they all fall, he says 'Im a Lead Farmer, Mother Fuckers!'. Absolute classic.
Favourite Character: Tom Cruise's character, Les Grossman. He was so original that i had no idea it was Tom Cruise for about 5 minutes then it hit me. Nearly made me piss myself when he told an Asian terrorist to ' take a step back... AND LITERALLY FUCK YOUR OWN FACE!!!'
Favourite Quote: Kirk Lazarus when he is having a clash with Tugg Speedman. ' I know what dude I am. I'm the dude playin' the dude, disguised as another dude!'. Its confusing on so many levels.
I seriously recommend everyone watch it cos its hell action packed and the 2nd half especially is pure gold. Including Tom Cruise's wack dance in the closing credits.
Saturday, August 30, 2008
$100 Knight
Friday night fever. We all had it. There is no cure.
The $100 ticket night was also on Friday. Coincidence? I think not.
Well the night started off a little shaky cos i didnt know it was more smart-casual than casual, so i rocked up in a hella-bright jumper, and everyone there was wearing black or white so i stood out like a Rangga in a group shower. But no matter, alcohol would settle that. As i came in, Toby stamped me to acknowledge that i am Underage. Stupid idea really, as i just wiped it off, as did Pagey. Seriously, it wasnt a masterstroke or anything. Stupid idea by them.
The tickets were pretty cool but. 1 ticket = a middy and 2 = a stubby and 4 = a jug. So we just chipped in for jugs for a while and we were well and truly gone by the time the raffle was drawn. We had broken the seal pretty early too, so there was trips aplenty to the urinal.
All was good until about 10.30 when Hatty and Strahany and some dude apparently called Varcoe got into smishes which resulted in Strahany being shirtless and Hatty getting his nose turned into a blood-tap. So they tried to close the bar then and told everyone that tickets couldnt be used anymore but so many people were pissed off that they had to reopen. After all, they didnt pay $100 for nothing.
After a while me and Pagey were the only two Colts left standing and im ashamed to say i abandoned him in my fixation on hijacking a taxi. And he let me know about it, believe me. Well the taxi i took was a bad choice cos it was going out all the way to Port Geo. By the time we'd been there and to mine the fare was 40 big ones. Oh well.
Tonight we are going out again maybe. It's the Buddy and Fev Show tonight, so we will be tuning in. Have fun everyone, this is the last day of August.
Im off like Strahanys shirt
The $100 ticket night was also on Friday. Coincidence? I think not.
Well the night started off a little shaky cos i didnt know it was more smart-casual than casual, so i rocked up in a hella-bright jumper, and everyone there was wearing black or white so i stood out like a Rangga in a group shower. But no matter, alcohol would settle that. As i came in, Toby stamped me to acknowledge that i am Underage. Stupid idea really, as i just wiped it off, as did Pagey. Seriously, it wasnt a masterstroke or anything. Stupid idea by them.
The tickets were pretty cool but. 1 ticket = a middy and 2 = a stubby and 4 = a jug. So we just chipped in for jugs for a while and we were well and truly gone by the time the raffle was drawn. We had broken the seal pretty early too, so there was trips aplenty to the urinal.
All was good until about 10.30 when Hatty and Strahany and some dude apparently called Varcoe got into smishes which resulted in Strahany being shirtless and Hatty getting his nose turned into a blood-tap. So they tried to close the bar then and told everyone that tickets couldnt be used anymore but so many people were pissed off that they had to reopen. After all, they didnt pay $100 for nothing.
After a while me and Pagey were the only two Colts left standing and im ashamed to say i abandoned him in my fixation on hijacking a taxi. And he let me know about it, believe me. Well the taxi i took was a bad choice cos it was going out all the way to Port Geo. By the time we'd been there and to mine the fare was 40 big ones. Oh well.
Tonight we are going out again maybe. It's the Buddy and Fev Show tonight, so we will be tuning in. Have fun everyone, this is the last day of August.
Im off like Strahanys shirt
Wednesday, August 27, 2008
Kelly: Superstar
You know our big red friend? No, not Clifford the Big Red Dog, i mean Kelly.
Well, he's copped a wee bit of media attention from his stirring efforts in the weekend's game against Souths. This coincides with a new-found ability of mine: scanning. So here is a couple of pics and articles from today's Mail:
Haha 'Duthie's Duty'.... What a tagline. He looks like he's on the crapper haha.
This was on the back page. What a superstar!! I think the two out of three is how many kicks Kelly did that went out of bounds on the full.... Or it could be two out of the three sides winning, who knows?
I have some more scans but they take too long to load and my beaver brother is having a cry about me taking so long. Friggen wuss.
Let me know what you think about the snaps of Clifford, you know where (in the comments).
Im off like Kelly's chain...
PS. Click on the photos and they enlarge... see if Kelly has a Haselby going on!
Well, he's copped a wee bit of media attention from his stirring efforts in the weekend's game against Souths. This coincides with a new-found ability of mine: scanning. So here is a couple of pics and articles from today's Mail:
Haha 'Duthie's Duty'.... What a tagline. He looks like he's on the crapper haha.
This was on the back page. What a superstar!! I think the two out of three is how many kicks Kelly did that went out of bounds on the full.... Or it could be two out of the three sides winning, who knows?
I have some more scans but they take too long to load and my beaver brother is having a cry about me taking so long. Friggen wuss.
Let me know what you think about the snaps of Clifford, you know where (in the comments).
Im off like Kelly's chain...
PS. Click on the photos and they enlarge... see if Kelly has a Haselby going on!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Its been decided...
Yes, it's been decided which AFL players resemble three of your favourite boys the greatest. Here are the results:
Brock most closely resembled Dale Thomas with a 46% majority. You can clearly see the resemblance in this completely unaltered photo.
Jarryd Kelly was the toughest to pigeon-hole, with Capper edging out Strauchanie with one vote. I think it was a very good choice, judging by how similar they look in the above photo.
Kelly Duthie was overwhelmingly crowned Cameron Ling in the pool, with a comprehensive 91% of votes going Ling's way. And too right too, look how much Ling looks like Kelly in the action shot above?
I would like to thank you all for voting, and if anyone has any ideas for the next Lambda Boys poll, please, let me know.
It's been a pleasure.
Brock most closely resembled Dale Thomas with a 46% majority. You can clearly see the resemblance in this completely unaltered photo.
Jarryd Kelly was the toughest to pigeon-hole, with Capper edging out Strauchanie with one vote. I think it was a very good choice, judging by how similar they look in the above photo.
Kelly Duthie was overwhelmingly crowned Cameron Ling in the pool, with a comprehensive 91% of votes going Ling's way. And too right too, look how much Ling looks like Kelly in the action shot above?I would like to thank you all for voting, and if anyone has any ideas for the next Lambda Boys poll, please, let me know.
It's been a pleasure.
Sunday, August 24, 2008
W/E
It was a pretty eventful weekend it must be said. Friday night was Morgies and Poppases 18th birthday celebrations held at Di and Dezzas Crib. Or Morgans house as it is known to most. I had a fair bit of fun cos i had Kelly there with me, and we met some Joe kid that was hell cool and played Kelly in Hockey for years and we played against in Basketball (for Margs) last year. i didnt drink too much cos of the Fluoro party the next night so i just owned the Pool Table for a while and had fun. Jarryd's girlfriend's twin was there and it took us ages to figure out whether she was Sam or Jess without actually asking her and hurting her feelings, cos they sort of look the same. Being twins and all.
Saturday was one of the best days Busso has seen for a while. The Colts won in a nail-biting, ball-twisting finish to rival the Eagles 2006 Grand Final win. Souths were undermanned its fair to say, but the awesomeness of the guys to come back from 3 goals down to win, with barely a skerrick of experience playing together as a team was good to watch. All without Pagey as well, who made his season debut for League against Daniel Bandy in the ruck. He wasnt embarrassed either.
Baker played the best ive ever seen a single person play in a game, and Kel, Gryller, Pearson and Dyldo supported well. Tian fucked up his calf and Readie got in a fight and Kelly thought he'd be hell tough and get involved but he might aswell have not been there....
Just joking Kel.
Anyway, the fluoro party WENT OFF. It was pretty bright in there, needless to say. They were a bit laxer on security so there was a massive D-Floor all night. I was double drinking all night cos i was out of wack with Pagey's drinking so i always had a drink in each hand. Pretty handy, especially when i got thirsty.
I think Pagey may have hooked up, but i have not received confirmation yet, he is a sly devil... Has deviousness to rival Brock i think, but he is much less sinister...
Well, i have work tomoro at 7.30 so good bloody night.
Im off like the hoff when he's had enough x
Saturday was one of the best days Busso has seen for a while. The Colts won in a nail-biting, ball-twisting finish to rival the Eagles 2006 Grand Final win. Souths were undermanned its fair to say, but the awesomeness of the guys to come back from 3 goals down to win, with barely a skerrick of experience playing together as a team was good to watch. All without Pagey as well, who made his season debut for League against Daniel Bandy in the ruck. He wasnt embarrassed either.
Baker played the best ive ever seen a single person play in a game, and Kel, Gryller, Pearson and Dyldo supported well. Tian fucked up his calf and Readie got in a fight and Kelly thought he'd be hell tough and get involved but he might aswell have not been there....
Just joking Kel.
Anyway, the fluoro party WENT OFF. It was pretty bright in there, needless to say. They were a bit laxer on security so there was a massive D-Floor all night. I was double drinking all night cos i was out of wack with Pagey's drinking so i always had a drink in each hand. Pretty handy, especially when i got thirsty.
I think Pagey may have hooked up, but i have not received confirmation yet, he is a sly devil... Has deviousness to rival Brock i think, but he is much less sinister...
Well, i have work tomoro at 7.30 so good bloody night.
Im off like the hoff when he's had enough x
Thursday, August 21, 2008
More Lookalikes
A found a picture of our friend with a longer name than Albus Dumbledore, Brock James Jeffery-Monck. I think he has always considered himself something of a divine being, and here is the proof.
Anyway, i havnt done much the last couple of days but. A couple of weird things did happen though. I went to get ready for work on Tuesday arvo, and i went to wet my toothbrush to brush my teeth but the water just dribbled out. I was like 'what the hell?' so i called Dad at work to let him know. So he got people from up the road, and the handyman from his work to come and check it out and shit. But they had no idea, everything was working properly, just shit all water was coming out.
We came to the conclusion that there must a burst pipe somewhere, so we are digging around all through the garden looking for soft spots, which, let me tell you, is great fun. I recommend it. SO at this point of dirty, sweaty, and still in what i slept in that morning, and the cops rock up. Not just 2, like normal, but 3, and i think to myself, i must have really done something wrong if they're getting extra back up for me. But they probably just know how strong i am... So reluctantly i went over and said hello to them and asked 'How can i help you officers' like you see in the movies, you know... And then i notice that the third cop is strangely familiar... Anyway so im standing there staring at her cos i didnt realise straight away who she was, and this other cop is talking to me and asking me questions and i just answer like im on auto pilot or something, my mind is still going at a thousand revs trying to figure out who she is.
It turns out that she is no other that Jarryd 'The Heartbreak Kid' Kelly's ex-girlfriend and ex-model, Sam. Oh not Jarryd's new Sam, the old one from Bunbury. You all know the one dont you guys...
The cops explained they only wanted to talk to my Dad about jury duty, and that could i please give it to them when i he got home. And then they scurried off, and Dad pulls in just after. Meanwhile, we still have guys looking at our water-metre, stomping on our garden and what-not. Finally Dad grew some balls and rang the water company, and with alot of muffled swear words, he found out what the problem was: With Mum gone, we had left some letters unopened, one of them saying that we hadnt payed our water bill yet so if we didnt soon the water would get cut off. And it was 5 by then, so they cant turn it back on until tomorrow. SO i went showerless to work that night and the next morning, i pity the people who had to work with me..
Oh and by the way, i won $20 this week in my Fanfooty Fantasy team for getting the 3rd highest score out or over 600 people that week. So suck on that Mum, im not wasting my time. Anyway, im off, so i will finish with a famous quote:
"All hail Brock James Jeffery-Monck, the fearless leader of the Lambda Boys" Adolf Hitler
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Mummy
Sorry again about the less-than-frequent updates. I do have an excuse though. My mummish has been in melbourne since last wednesday, so i have playing Mum all week. Actually, until Dad gets home cos im sure as shit not playing Mum when he's around. If you get my drift.
So basically i have babysitting quite a bit, and picking up the kids from and there. I have to pick up the kids after school and i even did some shopping. Bargains galore. And last night i made myself some pasts for dinner, so so good. Want my recipe? Even Borat liked it, saying 'Its Niiiicce'.
On Sunday i went and watched Colts play. Depressing. And they actually all looked hell depressed too, Kel was hell down and so was Rennie, Macca, Brodie and a couple of others. We didnt score a goal all first half and they had scored 14. The score was 5 to 96. We did well to keep in under 100 points in hindsight.
We ended up kicking 3 goals for the game, thanks to Pagey and Bucket, but no thanks to Rennie and Brodie who both missed frustratingly easy goals on the run. I didnt go to the awards that night cos i had work, so i dont know who got the awards. But the silver lining is that i did a vote card, and i saw Cribbys aswell. No need to thanks me for letting you know what goes on behind the scenes...
Cribby's
5. Joe Budiselik
4. Ryan Pearson
3. Tony Page
2. Jacob Grylls
1. Michael Robbins
Mine
5. Joe Budiselik
4. Ryan Pearson
3. Michael Robbins
2. Tony Page
1. Scott Coverly
I cant speak for Cribby, but i know Gryllsy was unlucky to miss out on votes on my card, and Kel or Brodie could easily have been given a vote or two.
Oh and something hell good happened at work aswell, but its only for the boys to know so msg me when u read this...
Peace
So basically i have babysitting quite a bit, and picking up the kids from and there. I have to pick up the kids after school and i even did some shopping. Bargains galore. And last night i made myself some pasts for dinner, so so good. Want my recipe? Even Borat liked it, saying 'Its Niiiicce'.
On Sunday i went and watched Colts play. Depressing. And they actually all looked hell depressed too, Kel was hell down and so was Rennie, Macca, Brodie and a couple of others. We didnt score a goal all first half and they had scored 14. The score was 5 to 96. We did well to keep in under 100 points in hindsight.
We ended up kicking 3 goals for the game, thanks to Pagey and Bucket, but no thanks to Rennie and Brodie who both missed frustratingly easy goals on the run. I didnt go to the awards that night cos i had work, so i dont know who got the awards. But the silver lining is that i did a vote card, and i saw Cribbys aswell. No need to thanks me for letting you know what goes on behind the scenes...
Cribby's
5. Joe Budiselik
4. Ryan Pearson
3. Tony Page
2. Jacob Grylls
1. Michael Robbins
Mine
5. Joe Budiselik
4. Ryan Pearson
3. Michael Robbins
2. Tony Page
1. Scott Coverly
I cant speak for Cribby, but i know Gryllsy was unlucky to miss out on votes on my card, and Kel or Brodie could easily have been given a vote or two.
Oh and something hell good happened at work aswell, but its only for the boys to know so msg me when u read this...
Peace
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Faggy Name
I was just thinknig tonight about how weird it is that im gonna have to get used to calling our biggest friend by his new name: Brock Jeffery-Monck. And the longer i said it over and over in my head, the weirder and gayer it sounds. Now it just sounds gay.
Come to think of it, its a disgrace. Why should i have to learn his name all over again? I have to learn how to feel comfortable calling him Jeffery-Monck, like its normal to me. You know, this is specifically why i have male friends, so i wont have to remember their new names when they get married. Cos obviously the unlucky women will have to takes theirs.
It was like my Grade 6 teacher, Miss Twaddle. Awesome name, i can see why she got married. But seriously, i was so used to calling her that, that when she became Mrs Christie, it took me the best part of a semester to get used to the change. Awkward. The only cool part i can remember is when she decided to reenact the wedding at an assembly so all the kids could see it. She actually put the dress on and all, but her husband had work so they just got the year 4 teacher Mr Mills to act as the groom. Which was weird, cos all the younger ones actually thought they were married for a while. Bless them.
Not only will this change the way i remember his name, but dont you think its a little gay? Having a three-worded name, or as i like to call it, Trinamous. So Brock is a Trinamer now. How self-absorbed, or pretentious, he must be to become a Trinamer. Think about - Anna Nicole-Smith, Samuel L Jackson, George W Bush, Courtney Cox-Arquette, Lewis Roberts-Thompson - these people think they are such hot shit, so special they deserve an extra name?
Brock Jeffery-Monck. Next we will be asked to call him 'Your Highness' aswell!
Buts thats okay, I'll get used to it. I got used to Kelly being gay after he came out of the closet, so this should be a piece of cake.
Come to think of it, its a disgrace. Why should i have to learn his name all over again? I have to learn how to feel comfortable calling him Jeffery-Monck, like its normal to me. You know, this is specifically why i have male friends, so i wont have to remember their new names when they get married. Cos obviously the unlucky women will have to takes theirs.
It was like my Grade 6 teacher, Miss Twaddle. Awesome name, i can see why she got married. But seriously, i was so used to calling her that, that when she became Mrs Christie, it took me the best part of a semester to get used to the change. Awkward. The only cool part i can remember is when she decided to reenact the wedding at an assembly so all the kids could see it. She actually put the dress on and all, but her husband had work so they just got the year 4 teacher Mr Mills to act as the groom. Which was weird, cos all the younger ones actually thought they were married for a while. Bless them.
Not only will this change the way i remember his name, but dont you think its a little gay? Having a three-worded name, or as i like to call it, Trinamous. So Brock is a Trinamer now. How self-absorbed, or pretentious, he must be to become a Trinamer. Think about - Anna Nicole-Smith, Samuel L Jackson, George W Bush, Courtney Cox-Arquette, Lewis Roberts-Thompson - these people think they are such hot shit, so special they deserve an extra name?
Brock Jeffery-Monck. Next we will be asked to call him 'Your Highness' aswell!
Buts thats okay, I'll get used to it. I got used to Kelly being gay after he came out of the closet, so this should be a piece of cake.
Sorry its tuesday
Well the football on the weekend is nothing to crow about. We lost all three games, and nothing really memorable happened. Except Pagey getting knocked 'the fuck out'. Man he went down like a sack of shit.
Kelly, in his first game back, did pretty good. He earnt 4th best on, but he looked a little fatigued the whole game. Probably due to his awesome fast food diet.
Saturday night was good too, no Chris Masten though. Awwww. But seriously, it was way lamer than last week cos they had security and shit loads of ppl werent allowed in so there was hardly any D-Floor to speak of. Weak.
Just thought I'd give a general update on Busselton. Having Kelly back was short lived, he's gone to Albany with Morgs for a week. Mulks are settling in nicely apparently, with Tom saying 'it is the time of his life'! Sounds good. Not. Cos im not there.
Went to see the eagles play at Subi with Cockers on the weekend, and it was so worth it! 4th win for the season, Hell Yeah! McKinley raped, kicked 7, he's probably even better than Travis Cloke already.
Getting my Uni accomodation set up, its pretty nit-picky. Like i need passport sized photos, and references and shit. I mean, who can really be bothered? But a mans gotta do what a mans gotta do, and even though im not a man yet, i gotta do it. Speaking of, its only a month and 6 dyas left til i am a man (18 years old) so definitely write that in your calenders.
I better get msgs and presents.
Anyways, peace
Im off like the 100m sprinters (olympic special)
alexxx
Kelly, in his first game back, did pretty good. He earnt 4th best on, but he looked a little fatigued the whole game. Probably due to his awesome fast food diet.
Saturday night was good too, no Chris Masten though. Awwww. But seriously, it was way lamer than last week cos they had security and shit loads of ppl werent allowed in so there was hardly any D-Floor to speak of. Weak.
Just thought I'd give a general update on Busselton. Having Kelly back was short lived, he's gone to Albany with Morgs for a week. Mulks are settling in nicely apparently, with Tom saying 'it is the time of his life'! Sounds good. Not. Cos im not there.
Went to see the eagles play at Subi with Cockers on the weekend, and it was so worth it! 4th win for the season, Hell Yeah! McKinley raped, kicked 7, he's probably even better than Travis Cloke already.
Getting my Uni accomodation set up, its pretty nit-picky. Like i need passport sized photos, and references and shit. I mean, who can really be bothered? But a mans gotta do what a mans gotta do, and even though im not a man yet, i gotta do it. Speaking of, its only a month and 6 dyas left til i am a man (18 years old) so definitely write that in your calenders.
I better get msgs and presents.
Anyways, peace
Im off like the 100m sprinters (olympic special)
alexxx
Wednesday, August 6, 2008
Which Footballer?
Which footballer is Jarryd Kelly? Is he the AFL chunkiest player, Stuart 'Schmoo' Dew? Or is he ex-player, tool, and blonde-locked bitch Warwick 'Pinnie' Capper (who, like Jarryd, doesnt mind showing a bit of ass), or crowd favourite Bryan 'Strauchanie' Strauchan, fat and blonde?
Which player is Brock Jeffery-Monck? The choices are Dale 'Daisy' Thomas (because of his girly bleached hair), Steve 'Devolution" Johnson (because he is the dopiest looking player) and Quinten 'Bruhn' Lynch (Cos he is all brawn and no brain).
Which footballer is Kelly Duthie? The three candidates are, in order, Matthew 'Master' Bate, Cameron 'The Pink Pig' Ling and Adam 'Ah' Cooney. They were selected based on the criteria that they are all fireminges obviously.
Leave some comments or vote on the poll. And if you leave a comment, gives reasons for your choice please, it will be much appreciated in deciding... Which footballer are you?
Im off like Jarryd's pants at any opportunity,
XxX Ale
Monday, August 4, 2008
18 vs 20
I'm going to start off by saying sorry to all my loyal readers. Im so sorry. So, so sorry. Why? Because we lost to Donnybrook. Yes, its true.
We were going pretty good too. They kicked the first goal, thanks to a shitty umpiring decision, but we got the next couple back to be 1 up at quarter time. We knew we werent playing our best but we had so many umpiring decisions, soft calls, go against us. We came out flat in the 2nd but moving Pagey to the square and leaving him one-out bought us 4 goals, 3 to the big man. It was roughly about 9.5 to 5.3 at half time, and we came off feeling pretty happy that we had started to get on top even though the umpiring decisions were not improving.
But then it all just went to shit.
We couldnt get near the ball without a push, hold or 'throw' (fucking bullshit) called against us. It was the single worst display of umpiring i have ever seen, and not just because they were shit calls, but because 95% went Donnybrook's way. And i promise you, that is not an exaggeration. I was on the sidelines going nutso at them, i was scared i was going to hurt them hey. So they ended up getting 8 goals to 1, leaving us three goals behind.
Up to this point, 9 of their 13 goals had come from free kicks, 7 directly and 2 indirectly. it was an absolute joke. In fairness though, we did play pretty badly in the 3rd, but it was because frustration and decreased confidence due to the umpires affected our team so badly.
The last quarter was the only semi-even quarter umpiring-wise, but donnybrook just shut down and droppped players back, preferring to stop us scoring rather than scoring themselves. They ended up winning by about 2 goals. You should have seen them, they were so fucking happy, they were basically making love it the forward pocket. Even with no lube. Best players;
Tony Page. An absolute machine. Killed it in the ruck and around the ground all day, probably helped by the fact he was our only marking target cos Baker and Harbeck were both absent. When moved down forward he bagged 3 in 10 mins and finished with 5.2 in a buddy-like performance.
Tony Page. A friggen gun. Seriously. If it wasnt for this dude, we would have lost be the same margin we thrashed Donnybrook by last time. Scored a 55m goal on the run in the first quarter, and he didnt even get onto it. Brockish goal.
Tony Page. Noone else is worth mentioning, because Tony was the team.
At least league and reserves dominated hell easily. Fraser kicked a couple and Jimmy kicked 4 or 5, mostly cheapies though. He got punched in the head and was rolling around on the ground it was so funny hey.
While we were watching league out of Rennies' ute's tray, i noticed Chris Masten had decided to rock up. All the girls were sucked to him like homos to a soccer match obviously, it was pretty lame. Morgan, the Emmas and Ric were off and played groupies for a while, which seemed to work cos they got propositioned to go back to his hotel. So now we know he has no standards, but at least the girls do, as they didnt oblige.
It was pretty funny watching everyone in the rooms around him, the guys were showing off hell bad and the chicks had doodle signs for pupils, they were that keen on him. I think he pulled two roots by 10 O'Clock. Nice. The night was pretty good, everyone enjoyed themselves heaps and it got shut down around about 1. We ordered a taxi but it got poached by fucking Tyson so we walked (i ran) to the 24 hour-ie and got food while we waited for a taxi. Which ended up being like an hour.
So all in all, pretty good fun. favourite part of the night was watching Chris Masten wearing a busso magpies hat and yelling out about how much he loves Busso and wants to play for us. Hell pathetic hey, but funny.
Aiite, im off like Thomas' shirt at every party
We were going pretty good too. They kicked the first goal, thanks to a shitty umpiring decision, but we got the next couple back to be 1 up at quarter time. We knew we werent playing our best but we had so many umpiring decisions, soft calls, go against us. We came out flat in the 2nd but moving Pagey to the square and leaving him one-out bought us 4 goals, 3 to the big man. It was roughly about 9.5 to 5.3 at half time, and we came off feeling pretty happy that we had started to get on top even though the umpiring decisions were not improving.
But then it all just went to shit.
We couldnt get near the ball without a push, hold or 'throw' (fucking bullshit) called against us. It was the single worst display of umpiring i have ever seen, and not just because they were shit calls, but because 95% went Donnybrook's way. And i promise you, that is not an exaggeration. I was on the sidelines going nutso at them, i was scared i was going to hurt them hey. So they ended up getting 8 goals to 1, leaving us three goals behind.
Up to this point, 9 of their 13 goals had come from free kicks, 7 directly and 2 indirectly. it was an absolute joke. In fairness though, we did play pretty badly in the 3rd, but it was because frustration and decreased confidence due to the umpires affected our team so badly.
The last quarter was the only semi-even quarter umpiring-wise, but donnybrook just shut down and droppped players back, preferring to stop us scoring rather than scoring themselves. They ended up winning by about 2 goals. You should have seen them, they were so fucking happy, they were basically making love it the forward pocket. Even with no lube. Best players;
Tony Page. An absolute machine. Killed it in the ruck and around the ground all day, probably helped by the fact he was our only marking target cos Baker and Harbeck were both absent. When moved down forward he bagged 3 in 10 mins and finished with 5.2 in a buddy-like performance.
Tony Page. A friggen gun. Seriously. If it wasnt for this dude, we would have lost be the same margin we thrashed Donnybrook by last time. Scored a 55m goal on the run in the first quarter, and he didnt even get onto it. Brockish goal.
Tony Page. Noone else is worth mentioning, because Tony was the team.
At least league and reserves dominated hell easily. Fraser kicked a couple and Jimmy kicked 4 or 5, mostly cheapies though. He got punched in the head and was rolling around on the ground it was so funny hey.
While we were watching league out of Rennies' ute's tray, i noticed Chris Masten had decided to rock up. All the girls were sucked to him like homos to a soccer match obviously, it was pretty lame. Morgan, the Emmas and Ric were off and played groupies for a while, which seemed to work cos they got propositioned to go back to his hotel. So now we know he has no standards, but at least the girls do, as they didnt oblige.
It was pretty funny watching everyone in the rooms around him, the guys were showing off hell bad and the chicks had doodle signs for pupils, they were that keen on him. I think he pulled two roots by 10 O'Clock. Nice. The night was pretty good, everyone enjoyed themselves heaps and it got shut down around about 1. We ordered a taxi but it got poached by fucking Tyson so we walked (i ran) to the 24 hour-ie and got food while we waited for a taxi. Which ended up being like an hour.
So all in all, pretty good fun. favourite part of the night was watching Chris Masten wearing a busso magpies hat and yelling out about how much he loves Busso and wants to play for us. Hell pathetic hey, but funny.
Aiite, im off like Thomas' shirt at every party
Friday, August 1, 2008
All Alone
Well thats it then. The McMulkins are no longer in Australia, as of 12.05 this morning. That means that in Australia, I am the only remaining Lambda Boy. You guys all suck d*ck, i hate you all, why would you do this to me? Just cos Im a Cheap-ass, it doesnt mean you can abandon me.
What am i saying, i love you guys.
So it's 2 months at least until i see any of you, barring Kelly who gets back in a week or two, but he will always be at Morgan's, work or Capel (in that order) so it wont be heaps different. At least ill see him out at footy and he can be my wingman. After all, his favourite movie is Top Gun and he wants to be a pilot. Too bad he's bigger than any plane ive seen.
Tomorrow is gonna be sick, can believe im gonnahave to be awesome on my own. Well, i do have Bags and Pagey to drink with, so its allll goooood.
Not sure if you guys know, but Cal has been working his magic since ive last updated my blog. Remember my post from two weeks ago, about hat chick he was tuning? Here's a refresher if you cant:
Cal however, who was Designated, had much more luck with a sheila named Georgia, but his soberness could have been the deciding factor.
Yeah, so it turns out this was not just a one-time tune-sesh. She came out with us to dinner on Wednesday night, for there going away dinner with their (remaining) friends, me and cockers. Hayley wasnt available. She reckons. Anyway, he was pretty smooth hey, even walked her home. She a pretty cool chick, so im all for it, and im very proud.
Thats it, im off to pick up the clones. Have fun, and for god sakes Brock, go get soem f*cking girls. And as you can see, im a fan of the f*cking asterisks. woo.
Im off like Ruby after Brock wipes peanut butter all over his nuts
What am i saying, i love you guys.
So it's 2 months at least until i see any of you, barring Kelly who gets back in a week or two, but he will always be at Morgan's, work or Capel (in that order) so it wont be heaps different. At least ill see him out at footy and he can be my wingman. After all, his favourite movie is Top Gun and he wants to be a pilot. Too bad he's bigger than any plane ive seen.
Tomorrow is gonna be sick, can believe im gonnahave to be awesome on my own. Well, i do have Bags and Pagey to drink with, so its allll goooood.
Not sure if you guys know, but Cal has been working his magic since ive last updated my blog. Remember my post from two weeks ago, about hat chick he was tuning? Here's a refresher if you cant:
Cal however, who was Designated, had much more luck with a sheila named Georgia, but his soberness could have been the deciding factor.
Yeah, so it turns out this was not just a one-time tune-sesh. She came out with us to dinner on Wednesday night, for there going away dinner with their (remaining) friends, me and cockers. Hayley wasnt available. She reckons. Anyway, he was pretty smooth hey, even walked her home. She a pretty cool chick, so im all for it, and im very proud.
Thats it, im off to pick up the clones. Have fun, and for god sakes Brock, go get soem f*cking girls. And as you can see, im a fan of the f*cking asterisks. woo.
Im off like Ruby after Brock wipes peanut butter all over his nuts
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
Mail Medal Update
Well today, being Wednesday, means the mail. And finally this week they have put in the Mail Medal votes for once. We actually got a decent-length write-up, in comparison two the two-line footnote we had last week even though we beat Margs in a derby. I was not happy. Anyway, here is how the voting stands:
15 Matt Harbeck
7 Tom McMulkin
7 Liam Baker
7 Brock Monck
6 Jimmy Caldow
5 Daniel McIntyre
4 Jacob Grylls
4 Kelly Duthie
4 Tony Page
4 Alex Trombetta
3 Brodie Kinninmont
3 Jake Reynolds
2 Joe Budiselik
2 Calum McMulkin
2 Ryan Pearson
1 Mitch Demeo
1 Dylan Pross
1 Jon Meadmore
I then found out how many full games (more than half a game) each player had played to figure out the votes per game ratio, as some people have played very little games, such as myself, Brock, Jarryd, Kelly and the Mulks, and Bakes, Caldow and Tony have been absent for a few aswell.
Heres the order in Votes Per Game, of those who have played more than 3 games.
1.5 Jimmy Caldow
1.15 Matt Harbeck
0.88 Brock Monck
0.8 Alex Trombetta
0.8 Kelly Duthie
0.64 Liam Baker
0.58 Thomas McMulkin
0.57 Jacob Grylls
0.5 Brodie Kinninmont
0.45 Daniel McIntyre
0.44 Tony Page
0.33 Calum McMulkin
0.25 Jake Reynolds
after that it gets pretty low. Thought u guys would like to know. Anyway, im going to go get some Red. Its gotta be Red.
Im off like a bitch in heat
15 Matt Harbeck
7 Tom McMulkin
7 Liam Baker
7 Brock Monck
6 Jimmy Caldow
5 Daniel McIntyre
4 Jacob Grylls
4 Kelly Duthie
4 Tony Page
4 Alex Trombetta
3 Brodie Kinninmont
3 Jake Reynolds
2 Joe Budiselik
2 Calum McMulkin
2 Ryan Pearson
1 Mitch Demeo
1 Dylan Pross
1 Jon Meadmore
I then found out how many full games (more than half a game) each player had played to figure out the votes per game ratio, as some people have played very little games, such as myself, Brock, Jarryd, Kelly and the Mulks, and Bakes, Caldow and Tony have been absent for a few aswell.
Heres the order in Votes Per Game, of those who have played more than 3 games.
1.5 Jimmy Caldow
1.15 Matt Harbeck
0.88 Brock Monck
0.8 Alex Trombetta
0.8 Kelly Duthie
0.64 Liam Baker
0.58 Thomas McMulkin
0.57 Jacob Grylls
0.5 Brodie Kinninmont
0.45 Daniel McIntyre
0.44 Tony Page
0.33 Calum McMulkin
0.25 Jake Reynolds
after that it gets pretty low. Thought u guys would like to know. Anyway, im going to go get some Red. Its gotta be Red.
Im off like a bitch in heat
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
My Bad
Sorry its been a while since my last update, ive been pretty busy for the last few days. Its not like im dead or anything, but thanks for the emails and msgs questioning my health. Sweet of you.
Friday night was pretty shitty for me, cos i just got to go training and watch all the excited players while i couldnt play. Things got better when me and tom decided to go back to his and have a few beers while watching the game of the round (Geelong vs Hawthorn). It was pretty cruisy but i noticed Tom was msging quite a bit more than was strictly necessary.... It turns out that he was chatting to Cheyenne (something like that) who he seemed pretty keen on so we invited her over. I gave him heaps of opportunities to 'get more acquainted' by leaving the room to watch the footy with Neil, but apparently it wasn't that sort of visit. I had a pretty good time until fucking Cal, who was out at The Vasse with G-Love and others for a while, msged me the final score of the game i was watching! I was mad as a cut snake hey.
Tom was kind enough to let me sleep the night, and i setup sleeping headquarters in Cals room, cos he was supposed to be staying at a friends. I was out pretty quickly due to the beers, but i woke up to a friggen hard poke to the ribs. It was just after 2.00am and Cal had decided to stay at home, fucker. But he was cool about it, and i just moved over and he jumped in. Pretty good sleep i must say.
The next day we were pretty amped to eat so we had some hot chicken rolls and watched Bourne Identity. He is a smart, smart bloke hey. And has Mad-ass fighting skillz. I bailed after that to watch my brothers play, where Pagey and Cockers joined me. We werent there for long, just long enough to see Sean get yellow carded for telling the Umpire to 'Fuck off" haha. Such a Kelly moment. Then me and Pagey headed out to his with some beer and chippies in tow to watch the eagles, where Tom met us. He has a pretty sick house hey, looks like a typical rural house but it has a sick outdoor area (prefect for some drinking games) and the inside is technologically stocked to the max. At half time we got some Red (Roster) and ate most of it to at the foreshore, except for the ones we gave to the seagulls. It was crazy hey, at one point we must of had at least 200 gulls there looking for a bite. We even tried to get them to take it out of our hands, and they would have, except we all Jarryded (pussed) out when they got too close. Eagles ended up winning, so it was a good afternoon. I had to go home early cos i had work the next day, and they had footy anyway.
So here is the kicker - i cant give a schweet update on the fooze like i normally do, cos i had work and wasnt there. Here's how it went down according to Tom, from my memory:
In like the first quarter, we were like kicking against the wind hey, and it was pretty hard. We uhh, we like a couple of goals down but we had the wind in the next quarter and got to like 3 points up or some shit. Harbeck had already had like 5 goals, he was playing fucking sick. Then in the 3rd we marked up hell good and they like kicked shit all goals we were doing hell good. In the last quarter we got behind for a bit then Harbeck kicked another one and we ended up winning by like 9 points even though it was in their forward part for hell long hey. It was pretty fucking sick to win hey, couldnt remember the song exactly but...
When i asked him who he reckoned played good, it was Him, Harbeck and Pagey. And they all got awards, so he wasn't lying.
After i finished work we went and watched Chal play his last game of soccer. They played some hell shit team but they had the world's blackest ever keeper. He was pretty shit but, always fell over for no reason, a bit like Fatwick. Cal did good, the ball didnt come near him much, and the 2 goals concede werent his fault. They covered him in beer though, so he left me at the Soccer Club to fend for myself. Chelsea and G-Love were there so it wasnt too bad. After that we went to the Vasse where we had a few beers. Yes, they didnt ID check me so i was allowed to have a couple. We ended up taking a couple of Jager Bombs and i was well and truly gone by the time it closed at 10. We went back to the Seia's and watched The Patriot in memory of the late Heath Ledger, and it was pretty good. We couldnt get a taxi, so we just crashed, in different beds this time much to Chal's dismay.
So that was the weekend. Hectic, as you can tell by how much writing i have just done. So suck it.
Friday night was pretty shitty for me, cos i just got to go training and watch all the excited players while i couldnt play. Things got better when me and tom decided to go back to his and have a few beers while watching the game of the round (Geelong vs Hawthorn). It was pretty cruisy but i noticed Tom was msging quite a bit more than was strictly necessary.... It turns out that he was chatting to Cheyenne (something like that) who he seemed pretty keen on so we invited her over. I gave him heaps of opportunities to 'get more acquainted' by leaving the room to watch the footy with Neil, but apparently it wasn't that sort of visit. I had a pretty good time until fucking Cal, who was out at The Vasse with G-Love and others for a while, msged me the final score of the game i was watching! I was mad as a cut snake hey.
Tom was kind enough to let me sleep the night, and i setup sleeping headquarters in Cals room, cos he was supposed to be staying at a friends. I was out pretty quickly due to the beers, but i woke up to a friggen hard poke to the ribs. It was just after 2.00am and Cal had decided to stay at home, fucker. But he was cool about it, and i just moved over and he jumped in. Pretty good sleep i must say.
The next day we were pretty amped to eat so we had some hot chicken rolls and watched Bourne Identity. He is a smart, smart bloke hey. And has Mad-ass fighting skillz. I bailed after that to watch my brothers play, where Pagey and Cockers joined me. We werent there for long, just long enough to see Sean get yellow carded for telling the Umpire to 'Fuck off" haha. Such a Kelly moment. Then me and Pagey headed out to his with some beer and chippies in tow to watch the eagles, where Tom met us. He has a pretty sick house hey, looks like a typical rural house but it has a sick outdoor area (prefect for some drinking games) and the inside is technologically stocked to the max. At half time we got some Red (Roster) and ate most of it to at the foreshore, except for the ones we gave to the seagulls. It was crazy hey, at one point we must of had at least 200 gulls there looking for a bite. We even tried to get them to take it out of our hands, and they would have, except we all Jarryded (pussed) out when they got too close. Eagles ended up winning, so it was a good afternoon. I had to go home early cos i had work the next day, and they had footy anyway.
So here is the kicker - i cant give a schweet update on the fooze like i normally do, cos i had work and wasnt there. Here's how it went down according to Tom, from my memory:
In like the first quarter, we were like kicking against the wind hey, and it was pretty hard. We uhh, we like a couple of goals down but we had the wind in the next quarter and got to like 3 points up or some shit. Harbeck had already had like 5 goals, he was playing fucking sick. Then in the 3rd we marked up hell good and they like kicked shit all goals we were doing hell good. In the last quarter we got behind for a bit then Harbeck kicked another one and we ended up winning by like 9 points even though it was in their forward part for hell long hey. It was pretty fucking sick to win hey, couldnt remember the song exactly but...
When i asked him who he reckoned played good, it was Him, Harbeck and Pagey. And they all got awards, so he wasn't lying.
After i finished work we went and watched Chal play his last game of soccer. They played some hell shit team but they had the world's blackest ever keeper. He was pretty shit but, always fell over for no reason, a bit like Fatwick. Cal did good, the ball didnt come near him much, and the 2 goals concede werent his fault. They covered him in beer though, so he left me at the Soccer Club to fend for myself. Chelsea and G-Love were there so it wasnt too bad. After that we went to the Vasse where we had a few beers. Yes, they didnt ID check me so i was allowed to have a couple. We ended up taking a couple of Jager Bombs and i was well and truly gone by the time it closed at 10. We went back to the Seia's and watched The Patriot in memory of the late Heath Ledger, and it was pretty good. We couldnt get a taxi, so we just crashed, in different beds this time much to Chal's dismay.
So that was the weekend. Hectic, as you can tell by how much writing i have just done. So suck it.
Friday, July 25, 2008
Here is a wikipedia page that i created after Brocky said he tried to get The Lambda Boys in, so i gave it a try. It is a candidate for deletion, because i have no references, so if anyone has any ideas or references, please, let me know.
The Lambda Boys (also known as Landa Boys) are a West Australian comedy and music group. The group consists of six members, each with their own alter-ego, similar to that of D12.
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[edit] History
The Lambda Boys were formed in 2003 by Brock J. Monck and Alexander Trombetta while they were in high school. Originally they were a duo act, but additions to the group were made in late 2003 and early 2004. These additions were Kelly Leigh Duthie, Calum Mcmulkin, Thomas McMulkin and later, Jarryd Kelly. [1]
[edit] Humour
The Lambda Boys mainly focused on controversial and mildly offensive material in their comedy sketches. These included writing offensive letters to classmate's Mothers, and the creation of the List. The List was a comprehensive and debatable list of, in The Lambda Boys opinion, the most attractive girls in their local area. Currently, Monck and Trombetta have their own blogs which they update regularly with humourous written and visual material.
[edit] Music
New to the West Australian music scene, the Lambda Boys are yet to find a album contract from a music label. The music they play is generally Pop/Comedy until they find their definitive sound. Monck confirmed that The Lambda Boys have enough songs to record an album, but only one is generally well-known in West Australia: The Twinkle Twinkle Little Star Remix. It is not known where The Lambda Boys drew teir inspiration from.
[edit] Name
The naming of Lambda Boys is relatively new in relations to the group's existence. As their comedy skits and sketches became more widely recognised, it was decided that a name was needed. The Lambda Boys was the first and only consideration, and their alter-egos were assigned Greek Alphabet symbols under the Greek Symbol of Lambda: λ.
| Name | Alter-Ego | Symbol |
|---|---|---|
| Brock Monck | Zig Zag | Ζ |
| Alexander Trombetta | Dingo | Δ |
| Kelly Duthie | Snagger | Σ |
| Calum McMulkin | Armpit | α |
| Thomas McMulkin | Python | П |
| Jarryd Kelly | X Ray | Ξ |
Thursday, July 24, 2008
Kelly's Bio...
Kelly was born into the paradise town Busselton. But before he had a chance to experience true paradise, some thing went horribly wrong. His family packed up and moved to the ghastly and far removed ghost town called Capel when he was 1. Noone knew what happened at the time, but it came out over the following years.
Kelly had been enjoying his 1st birthday when, just as Bella looked away, he slipped out of Misty's cat-door and into the back yard. He toddled over to his father Johnny's fruit and veggie patch, where Duthie Senior had been experimenting on some mandarins. Kelly being curious and drawn to the orange colour, crawled over and took one bite. Bella came screaming out of the kitchen - but too late. Kelly suffered a super-allergic reaction which altered his chemical makeup forever, and nearly killed him. His hair turned Orange and he grew at a rapid rate. The incident made Kelly dependent on mandarin juice instead of H2O. This problem had an easy solution, moving to Capel where all the Mandarin Juice Kelly needed would be farmed by his family to help him survive.
It was not long before they discovered that not only did he grow faster than everyone - he had acquired super-smarts, super-strength and super-speed. Not wanting to turn him into a circus act, they enlisted him into the one sport in which noone cared about enough to notice - Hockey. Here is a picture of Kelly in training:
This allowed him to lead a near normal life, and he managed to conceal his secret identity by claiming he had never tried a mandarin before. While he was a social outcast at primary school, this was to change at BSHS. He met two talented friends in the Amazingly Talented People program, where they combined forces to form the supergroup known only as The Landa Boys.
He got sloppy however, when his desire to win got the better of him. Noone could beat him in any event under any conditions, and he won Champion Boy every year at school. He did have a kryptonite however: Alcohol. The effects varied, with super-sleepiness affecting his battle against Lizzie, and super-gayness caused him to try and woo Dingo, going way too far in gay chicken.
He did not always use his powers for good however - He used them to seduce the Sports Queen, Morgan, as well as using his Super-vision to aid him in 'copping an eyeful' of Vassy once he had dropped his ruler as a diversion. But his powers also got him into trouble - his super-loud-voice landed him in hot water with the Brazilian Chick. Twice.
Over his high school years, Kelly was noted for his awesome sporting ability, his Platform of Doom, and his unrelenting politeness. Today, Kelly is a leading Ronald McDonald stunt double and one of the greatest Hockey Players in the universe. He spends his time 'pretending' to be normal and drinking mandarin juice. Currently on holiday in New Zealand, he is truly missed by the Australian population, but not by the chair population, as they have been kick-free for a couple of weeks now.
Kelly had been enjoying his 1st birthday when, just as Bella looked away, he slipped out of Misty's cat-door and into the back yard. He toddled over to his father Johnny's fruit and veggie patch, where Duthie Senior had been experimenting on some mandarins. Kelly being curious and drawn to the orange colour, crawled over and took one bite. Bella came screaming out of the kitchen - but too late. Kelly suffered a super-allergic reaction which altered his chemical makeup forever, and nearly killed him. His hair turned Orange and he grew at a rapid rate. The incident made Kelly dependent on mandarin juice instead of H2O. This problem had an easy solution, moving to Capel where all the Mandarin Juice Kelly needed would be farmed by his family to help him survive.
It was not long before they discovered that not only did he grow faster than everyone - he had acquired super-smarts, super-strength and super-speed. Not wanting to turn him into a circus act, they enlisted him into the one sport in which noone cared about enough to notice - Hockey. Here is a picture of Kelly in training:
This allowed him to lead a near normal life, and he managed to conceal his secret identity by claiming he had never tried a mandarin before. While he was a social outcast at primary school, this was to change at BSHS. He met two talented friends in the Amazingly Talented People program, where they combined forces to form the supergroup known only as The Landa Boys.
He got sloppy however, when his desire to win got the better of him. Noone could beat him in any event under any conditions, and he won Champion Boy every year at school. He did have a kryptonite however: Alcohol. The effects varied, with super-sleepiness affecting his battle against Lizzie, and super-gayness caused him to try and woo Dingo, going way too far in gay chicken.
He did not always use his powers for good however - He used them to seduce the Sports Queen, Morgan, as well as using his Super-vision to aid him in 'copping an eyeful' of Vassy once he had dropped his ruler as a diversion. But his powers also got him into trouble - his super-loud-voice landed him in hot water with the Brazilian Chick. Twice.
Over his high school years, Kelly was noted for his awesome sporting ability, his Platform of Doom, and his unrelenting politeness. Today, Kelly is a leading Ronald McDonald stunt double and one of the greatest Hockey Players in the universe. He spends his time 'pretending' to be normal and drinking mandarin juice. Currently on holiday in New Zealand, he is truly missed by the Australian population, but not by the chair population, as they have been kick-free for a couple of weeks now.
Tuesday, July 22, 2008
Seperated at Birth?
I have scoured the earth to find the people that the boys in New Zealand were actually seperated at birth from. Here is the evidence:
Brock Monck and Dale Thomas are actually twins. To go with this photographic proof is the stark similarities between the pair. Both have poofterish tendencies to bleaching their hair, both have remarkable football ability and both support the wankiest AFL club there is - the Collingwood Magpies.
Jarryd Kelly and Borat are twin brothers, split apart by a terrible hospital mix-up. Along with the above evidence, there are undeniable facts which support this theory. Both have an unfounded shamelessness about their bodies, both own, and like to wear, G-Bangers, and both have weird homosexual characteristics.
Probably the greatest certainty of the lot is the shared blood of Kelly Duthie and Derek Zoolander. If the obvious proof above is not sufficient, consider these undeniable facts. They share a love for Male Modelling, both have a huge lack of modesty, and Kelly too, wants to be a merman. Kelly, like Zoolander, cannot go left but this tendency is only limited to basketball, which makes him so easy to read and hence steal off.
Im convinced these are real life tragedies, twin brothers separated at birth. If anyone has anymore evidence, or comments on the matter, feel free to leave them as it would help further this investigation and to reunite these lost brothers.
Brock Monck and Dale Thomas are actually twins. To go with this photographic proof is the stark similarities between the pair. Both have poofterish tendencies to bleaching their hair, both have remarkable football ability and both support the wankiest AFL club there is - the Collingwood Magpies.
Jarryd Kelly and Borat are twin brothers, split apart by a terrible hospital mix-up. Along with the above evidence, there are undeniable facts which support this theory. Both have an unfounded shamelessness about their bodies, both own, and like to wear, G-Bangers, and both have weird homosexual characteristics.
Probably the greatest certainty of the lot is the shared blood of Kelly Duthie and Derek Zoolander. If the obvious proof above is not sufficient, consider these undeniable facts. They share a love for Male Modelling, both have a huge lack of modesty, and Kelly too, wants to be a merman. Kelly, like Zoolander, cannot go left but this tendency is only limited to basketball, which makes him so easy to read and hence steal off.
Im convinced these are real life tragedies, twin brothers separated at birth. If anyone has anymore evidence, or comments on the matter, feel free to leave them as it would help further this investigation and to reunite these lost brothers.
Monday, July 21, 2008
Weekend Windup: Part II
Okay im back. By Brockys request, here are the answers to the two questions: Jimmy started poorly but warmed towards the end. Definitely wasnt the worst player, probably had more tackles than possessions. Overall, a commendable game for a 1st gamer. Secondly, Ill probably be out for the rest of the year. There is 7 weeks left and 6 games, and this tear is worse than the others so who knows?
Well as you can imagine the night didnt start well for me, but i soon got into the spirit of things. 3 wins does that to you i guess. The feed was bigger than usual, im guessing cos it was a derby. When Pagey returned from showering, we relocated his car to prime position and us and Emma watched the game from inside his car's warm interior. Once they won, we were out and at the awards speech, where we managed to bonehead a newspaper photograph! (For those who dont know what boneheading is, its getting in photos than noone else whats you in and for no reason).
So then we headed back into the clubrooms and we started the famous jug cyndicate between myself, Mulks, Pagey and Rennie. A couple of Beez and Carlton Draught and we were suitably fuzzy. Cribby was being the funniest kid, when i left to leak some urine, he took my spot next to emma, unbeknown to her. It scared the shit out of her when she finally figured out it wasnt me, but cribby, hugging her. Haha. Actually, my favourite part of the night was the news from Tom that Yoda and Taryn were hooking up in front of him haha! Something things never change, i.e case in point, and Kelly's temper issues.
Being such a team player (remember the season-ending shepherd i laid?) i offered to be Pagey's wingman for the night. I was working on the angle that being with Pagey is a MUST. So i quizzed several females about whether they had purchased tickets to the Page-Train. Noone had. My efforts would have been far less futile had Tony given me a target to hone in on, but he was not to oblige. Cal however, who was Designated, had much more luck with a sheila named Georgia, but his soberness could have been the deciding factor. Tom, with his usual aplomb, was zeroing in on Hayley, but not with any luck (see Taryn, above).
It was about then when i started to feel like i had consumed enough poison and started Jarryding (whinging) about going home. We ordered a taxi, but before it came Chal decided that enough was enough and we left, having had a very merry evening. Wish you guys were there, but not really. Actually i would have had some piss buddies, cos noone would take a tandem whizz with me all night... Any questions class?
Aiite, im off like Kelly on his snowboard
peece
Well as you can imagine the night didnt start well for me, but i soon got into the spirit of things. 3 wins does that to you i guess. The feed was bigger than usual, im guessing cos it was a derby. When Pagey returned from showering, we relocated his car to prime position and us and Emma watched the game from inside his car's warm interior. Once they won, we were out and at the awards speech, where we managed to bonehead a newspaper photograph! (For those who dont know what boneheading is, its getting in photos than noone else whats you in and for no reason).
So then we headed back into the clubrooms and we started the famous jug cyndicate between myself, Mulks, Pagey and Rennie. A couple of Beez and Carlton Draught and we were suitably fuzzy. Cribby was being the funniest kid, when i left to leak some urine, he took my spot next to emma, unbeknown to her. It scared the shit out of her when she finally figured out it wasnt me, but cribby, hugging her. Haha. Actually, my favourite part of the night was the news from Tom that Yoda and Taryn were hooking up in front of him haha! Something things never change, i.e case in point, and Kelly's temper issues.
Being such a team player (remember the season-ending shepherd i laid?) i offered to be Pagey's wingman for the night. I was working on the angle that being with Pagey is a MUST. So i quizzed several females about whether they had purchased tickets to the Page-Train. Noone had. My efforts would have been far less futile had Tony given me a target to hone in on, but he was not to oblige. Cal however, who was Designated, had much more luck with a sheila named Georgia, but his soberness could have been the deciding factor. Tom, with his usual aplomb, was zeroing in on Hayley, but not with any luck (see Taryn, above).
It was about then when i started to feel like i had consumed enough poison and started Jarryding (whinging) about going home. We ordered a taxi, but before it came Chal decided that enough was enough and we left, having had a very merry evening. Wish you guys were there, but not really. Actually i would have had some piss buddies, cos noone would take a tandem whizz with me all night... Any questions class?
Aiite, im off like Kelly on his snowboard
peece
Weeknd Windup
Okay there is a lot to get through. The only way to get through it all is good ol' chronological order. So on Friday night i went to see the Dark Knight with Em. It was (with no exaggeration) the best movie i have ever seen. Ever made even. Heath was that good that i now reenact all my favourite joker scenes. My favourite bit is his magic trick. Neat. There is more twists and turns in the movie than Kelly's driving.
Now onto the juicy stuff. Saturday started in reasonably good style, with the shitty weather forecast holding back most of the day. It was a swapped game, so rezzies played first and colts got to enjoy the twilight fixture in front of at least triple the crowd we usually get. Prossy boosted the side with his inclusion, as did Ryan Piersson.
We absolutely raped in the first quarter, 6 goals to none. The second quarter wasnt so good, with Margs nabbing the first four goals, but we got back on top to get the next 3, and a few extra behinds to go with it. Then half time came, but not before Pagey earned himself a Yellow Card with a bit of smishing. I maintain that Kelly has rubbed off on him. Nevertheless everyone was feeling pretty good about themselves. I applied extra deepheat on my hammy and back and rode the bike at half time to keep everything warm.
The next quarter we kicked in where we began and our passing was unselfish and skillful. Then, thanks to Pagey, i broke out of the ball up with the ball and handballed to Chal on the wing. Wanting to be a team player i went to put on the shepherd, then, ping. Goodbye hamstring. So with Pagey and myself off for the 3rd quarter, everyone stood up and we extended our lead nicely. The last quarter went smoothly, with another increase in the lead and the game in our hands, a 12 goal victory. Tasted sweet! After the game, the BOG was awarded to Harbeck and him and Pagey gave good speeches as we obtained the East Perth Trophy. Matt's award was a shitty book on East Perth's history ahah ripped off. Here's my picks;
Matt 'Birdman' Harbeck. Got into the game the longer it went, and used his highflying ability many times to win us the ball. His six goals didnt hurt his effort either.
Ryan 'Milky Bar Kid' Piersson. Played the role of hardnut nicely, and shat on many Margs players. Took a couple of grabs too.
Dylan 'Dildo' Pross. Playing his first game for the year out of full forward, providing us the target that Mr 10 usually would. His marking on the lead was phenomenal, his kicking, not so much so.
It ended up being a cleansweep, with league and rezzies pulling through also. This set the stage for another great saturday night at the footy club. I gotta run, but i will update about the night this arvo.
Im off like the lid on the milo tin when brock is studying
alexxx
Now onto the juicy stuff. Saturday started in reasonably good style, with the shitty weather forecast holding back most of the day. It was a swapped game, so rezzies played first and colts got to enjoy the twilight fixture in front of at least triple the crowd we usually get. Prossy boosted the side with his inclusion, as did Ryan Piersson.
We absolutely raped in the first quarter, 6 goals to none. The second quarter wasnt so good, with Margs nabbing the first four goals, but we got back on top to get the next 3, and a few extra behinds to go with it. Then half time came, but not before Pagey earned himself a Yellow Card with a bit of smishing. I maintain that Kelly has rubbed off on him. Nevertheless everyone was feeling pretty good about themselves. I applied extra deepheat on my hammy and back and rode the bike at half time to keep everything warm.
The next quarter we kicked in where we began and our passing was unselfish and skillful. Then, thanks to Pagey, i broke out of the ball up with the ball and handballed to Chal on the wing. Wanting to be a team player i went to put on the shepherd, then, ping. Goodbye hamstring. So with Pagey and myself off for the 3rd quarter, everyone stood up and we extended our lead nicely. The last quarter went smoothly, with another increase in the lead and the game in our hands, a 12 goal victory. Tasted sweet! After the game, the BOG was awarded to Harbeck and him and Pagey gave good speeches as we obtained the East Perth Trophy. Matt's award was a shitty book on East Perth's history ahah ripped off. Here's my picks;
Matt 'Birdman' Harbeck. Got into the game the longer it went, and used his highflying ability many times to win us the ball. His six goals didnt hurt his effort either.
Ryan 'Milky Bar Kid' Piersson. Played the role of hardnut nicely, and shat on many Margs players. Took a couple of grabs too.
Dylan 'Dildo' Pross. Playing his first game for the year out of full forward, providing us the target that Mr 10 usually would. His marking on the lead was phenomenal, his kicking, not so much so.
It ended up being a cleansweep, with league and rezzies pulling through also. This set the stage for another great saturday night at the footy club. I gotta run, but i will update about the night this arvo.
Im off like the lid on the milo tin when brock is studying
alexxx
Friday, July 18, 2008
Dark Knight....
Hey girlies
Tonight is the night. Yes, im going to watch the Dark Knight. so excited that im taking a cathoder with me cos i keep wetting myself in anticipation. Heath is sposed to be fully sick, the hype over here is huge. Oscar is coming his way apparently, but i will confirm or deny after i watch it. half an hour to it starts, the tension is building, just like Kellys desire to see Morgan.
Oh and on selection for the derby tomoro night, Jimmy 'Mr 10' Caldow is playing his first league game. Clap Clap. Tom mulks was hell close to getting picked but apparently his wet weather skills counted against him and Dan 'Mad Dog' Whitey got the gig instead. still worth applauding for a 1st year colts player.
Im nearly back to fitness, saw a physio yesterday and apparently i have a strained back muscle. woo. Im playing anyway, with a drug cocktail to rival Heaths. And our Apple Sluts. Party will be going off the chain cos its a night game at home after a derby - doesnt that just wet your whistle?
anyway, im off like the chain will be tomoro night at the footy club
alexxx
Tonight is the night. Yes, im going to watch the Dark Knight. so excited that im taking a cathoder with me cos i keep wetting myself in anticipation. Heath is sposed to be fully sick, the hype over here is huge. Oscar is coming his way apparently, but i will confirm or deny after i watch it. half an hour to it starts, the tension is building, just like Kellys desire to see Morgan.
Oh and on selection for the derby tomoro night, Jimmy 'Mr 10' Caldow is playing his first league game. Clap Clap. Tom mulks was hell close to getting picked but apparently his wet weather skills counted against him and Dan 'Mad Dog' Whitey got the gig instead. still worth applauding for a 1st year colts player.
Im nearly back to fitness, saw a physio yesterday and apparently i have a strained back muscle. woo. Im playing anyway, with a drug cocktail to rival Heaths. And our Apple Sluts. Party will be going off the chain cos its a night game at home after a derby - doesnt that just wet your whistle?
anyway, im off like the chain will be tomoro night at the footy club
alexxx
Monday, July 14, 2008
Jarryd's Bio....
Jarryd grew up in a large ditch called Manjimup. His birthplace and origins are unknown, sparking rumours that we is a descendant of Christ, a Gypsy, and the Son of really bad record keepers. None have been confirmed, but we do know the foundations of his life were laid in Manji.
As Jarryd grew up, he managed to eat whatever his parents fed him and more. This led to them feeding him a variety of vitamins and supplements, which eventually become too expensive, so they started making their own to satisfy Jarryd's needs. This was also beginning of the Pharmaceutical Empire known as the Kellys. Beneath is a photo of Jarryd and his friend Matt Carlsson, both reliant on the Kelly's goods at the time:
After Jarryd ate all the vegemite out of the Big Vegemite in Manjimup, his parents, Dog and Julie, decided enough was enough. They dragged their other sons and Jarryd to Busselton, away from Jarryd's sumo-wrestling girlfriend Imogen. He then met the Key members of the supergroup Landa Boys in a shared Naomi-Language Class. He was to become the final member, and conforming to this group was something Jarryd was hellbent on. So he kept a keen eye on other members, where he learnt how to get skinnier, how to be good at sports, and how to get with the ladies.
In his high school years Jarryd was noted on his humour and his woman-dominating skills, practiced every day on Karen, and his wonderfully bouncing and full blonde hair. Not a day would go by where Jarryd wasn't seen constantly looking in mirrors and fixing up his hair. He had keen eye for the Ball-in-hoop game, also known as Basketball, and was a deciding factor in many games played over the years. Here is a photo of Jarryd in the change rooms after a game of Basketball:
Upon graduation some of Jarryd's greatest accomplishments were reflected on. The conquering of Shannon, the conquering of Sam, and the conquering of Karen's Life. His conquering of many fast food meals also came to mind.
Today Jarryd is on of the greatest hair models and work-avoiders the world has ever seen. He spends his time avoiding things, bossing people around, eating, and not driving. Currently holidaying with friends in New Zealand, he is certainly keeping up his evasive tactics in terms of housework.
As Jarryd grew up, he managed to eat whatever his parents fed him and more. This led to them feeding him a variety of vitamins and supplements, which eventually become too expensive, so they started making their own to satisfy Jarryd's needs. This was also beginning of the Pharmaceutical Empire known as the Kellys. Beneath is a photo of Jarryd and his friend Matt Carlsson, both reliant on the Kelly's goods at the time:
After Jarryd ate all the vegemite out of the Big Vegemite in Manjimup, his parents, Dog and Julie, decided enough was enough. They dragged their other sons and Jarryd to Busselton, away from Jarryd's sumo-wrestling girlfriend Imogen. He then met the Key members of the supergroup Landa Boys in a shared Naomi-Language Class. He was to become the final member, and conforming to this group was something Jarryd was hellbent on. So he kept a keen eye on other members, where he learnt how to get skinnier, how to be good at sports, and how to get with the ladies.
In his high school years Jarryd was noted on his humour and his woman-dominating skills, practiced every day on Karen, and his wonderfully bouncing and full blonde hair. Not a day would go by where Jarryd wasn't seen constantly looking in mirrors and fixing up his hair. He had keen eye for the Ball-in-hoop game, also known as Basketball, and was a deciding factor in many games played over the years. Here is a photo of Jarryd in the change rooms after a game of Basketball:
Upon graduation some of Jarryd's greatest accomplishments were reflected on. The conquering of Shannon, the conquering of Sam, and the conquering of Karen's Life. His conquering of many fast food meals also came to mind.
Today Jarryd is on of the greatest hair models and work-avoiders the world has ever seen. He spends his time avoiding things, bossing people around, eating, and not driving. Currently holidaying with friends in New Zealand, he is certainly keeping up his evasive tactics in terms of housework.
Saturday, July 12, 2008
Tundy's To-Doo
Friday night started with the (remaining) boys coming to mine for a bit of pool and piss before we left to Tundys. We took Bags' car to 20, and, along with our eski, marched into the house as if we owned it. It turned out we did, cos we were the first people there, with only Kempy preceding us.
As Colts players steadily arriving, the night took a turn when the card games started. Tundy was so shit at them, and he was pissed well and truly before anyone else, so much so that he forgot to cook the sausages. Until i reminded him of course, i was nearly as hungry as Brock is for Meluka.
My favourite part of the night is when Calbo lost a drinking game and had to skull a full pint glass of the deadliest concoction ever. Vodka, Beez, Port, some of a Cruizer and a dash of jacks, for the record. He took it like a champ and won $5 for his effort.
Then the 'usual suspects' (you know the ones, Pa, Scotty, Ribs, Kentos, Macca and Harbeck) rocked up, higher than Kelly's half mast when he sees Sheldon. Pretty fucking high. I have found a picture of what it would have looked through their eyes:
So after that things started to lame, apart from watching the famous Tundy's-BOG-in-the-Grand-Final video. We knew when they whipped out One Night In Paris that it was time for us to leave. After watching for a bit of course.
After taking a taxi back to mine, it wasnt long before we started dropping so we retired to the front room and watched a bit of 'Bryan Strauchan; Pure B.S.' Funniest fat guy i know. Apart from Jarryd i mean haha.
So you guys didnt miss much, apart from being surrounded by sky-high shit-blokes and a bit of Paris.
Im off like Kelly's balls when he sees Morgan next,
Alexxxxx
As Colts players steadily arriving, the night took a turn when the card games started. Tundy was so shit at them, and he was pissed well and truly before anyone else, so much so that he forgot to cook the sausages. Until i reminded him of course, i was nearly as hungry as Brock is for Meluka.
My favourite part of the night is when Calbo lost a drinking game and had to skull a full pint glass of the deadliest concoction ever. Vodka, Beez, Port, some of a Cruizer and a dash of jacks, for the record. He took it like a champ and won $5 for his effort.
Then the 'usual suspects' (you know the ones, Pa, Scotty, Ribs, Kentos, Macca and Harbeck) rocked up, higher than Kelly's half mast when he sees Sheldon. Pretty fucking high. I have found a picture of what it would have looked through their eyes:
So after that things started to lame, apart from watching the famous Tundy's-BOG-in-the-Grand-Final video. We knew when they whipped out One Night In Paris that it was time for us to leave. After watching for a bit of course.
After taking a taxi back to mine, it wasnt long before we started dropping so we retired to the front room and watched a bit of 'Bryan Strauchan; Pure B.S.' Funniest fat guy i know. Apart from Jarryd i mean haha.
So you guys didnt miss much, apart from being surrounded by sky-high shit-blokes and a bit of Paris.
Im off like Kelly's balls when he sees Morgan next,
Alexxxxx
Friday, July 11, 2008
Brock's Bio...
Over the next week or so, im gonna do a couple of Bio's of the boys so anyone reading knows who im talking about. Today, its Brock.
Brock grew up in a small village where hardly any sunlight reached. This may have contributed to the fact that he is pastey today. He and his Mother, the wonderful Sue, looked after each other and being an only child at the time, Brock was suitably spoilt. His Mother would pack his bags for him whenever he went to see his father Jock, and would bring him a milo when he studied.
Here is a baby picture of Brock, where his dope smoking habbits as a young child may have influenced the dopey expression he wears today.
After moving from the small village and a few suburbs in Perth, he met Jarryd Kelly and were classmates for a short period of time. They had such a bond that they even posed for a nude shoot for Sue, who still has the pictures today of the younger Brock and Jarryd hugging nude.
Then in the fateful year that was 2002, Brock started his first year at Vasse primary where he made some lifelong friends. Here is a picture of him taken on his first day of school that year (he hadnt purchased a school uniform at the time, so he wore what he used to wear in the village):
That year we won Sportsman of the year due to his ability to manipulate and blackmail the voting commitee. This was a talent he would call on in his later high school years. He began Year 8 at BSHS in the elite ATP class (Amazingly Talented People) where he had few friends, but that changed. He met an equally talented student, who we will call Dingo, and this proved to be the formation of a supergroup later known at The Landa Boys.
Over the following years Brock's devious powers grew and he managed to rise to leader of the Landa Boys. Never short on ideas, his plans and secrets were often dangerous and scandalous, earning him a reputation. While he tried to deny this to outsiders by acting polite and sincere, very few people were fooled.
His greatest accomplishments: Building the incredible machine with Carlson, Creator of the List (a comprehensive list of the most attractive girls in the year, in order), and the ringleader behind the numerous letters to a certain group members Mother.
Today Brock is one of the greatest basketballers, ruckman and Plan-devisers of our time. He spends his hours studying the NBA and fantasizing about Meluka. Currently holidaying in New Zealand in his year off, he plans to study at UWA next year.
Brock grew up in a small village where hardly any sunlight reached. This may have contributed to the fact that he is pastey today. He and his Mother, the wonderful Sue, looked after each other and being an only child at the time, Brock was suitably spoilt. His Mother would pack his bags for him whenever he went to see his father Jock, and would bring him a milo when he studied.
Here is a baby picture of Brock, where his dope smoking habbits as a young child may have influenced the dopey expression he wears today.
After moving from the small village and a few suburbs in Perth, he met Jarryd Kelly and were classmates for a short period of time. They had such a bond that they even posed for a nude shoot for Sue, who still has the pictures today of the younger Brock and Jarryd hugging nude.
Then in the fateful year that was 2002, Brock started his first year at Vasse primary where he made some lifelong friends. Here is a picture of him taken on his first day of school that year (he hadnt purchased a school uniform at the time, so he wore what he used to wear in the village):
That year we won Sportsman of the year due to his ability to manipulate and blackmail the voting commitee. This was a talent he would call on in his later high school years. He began Year 8 at BSHS in the elite ATP class (Amazingly Talented People) where he had few friends, but that changed. He met an equally talented student, who we will call Dingo, and this proved to be the formation of a supergroup later known at The Landa Boys.
Over the following years Brock's devious powers grew and he managed to rise to leader of the Landa Boys. Never short on ideas, his plans and secrets were often dangerous and scandalous, earning him a reputation. While he tried to deny this to outsiders by acting polite and sincere, very few people were fooled.
His greatest accomplishments: Building the incredible machine with Carlson, Creator of the List (a comprehensive list of the most attractive girls in the year, in order), and the ringleader behind the numerous letters to a certain group members Mother.
Today Brock is one of the greatest basketballers, ruckman and Plan-devisers of our time. He spends his hours studying the NBA and fantasizing about Meluka. Currently holidaying in New Zealand in his year off, he plans to study at UWA next year.
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