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
Wednesday, July 30, 2008
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.
Wednesday, July 9, 2008
Mickies and Sickies
I was looking through my images the other day and i found this one that i had forgotten about. I took it at the McDonalds restaurant that Jarryd regularly goes to - coincidence? I think not.Well Its pretty quiet in the T-Betta household ( for once). Sean is in Melbourne on a footy trip, Rohan is at the Grandies and Jacko is at Gay Boy Camp (Buzz camp for singing, dancing and acting). So we now only have 37 people living here. Haha.
I took a sickie today but not like Kelly frequently does (after one of his many nights out on the piss hooking up with random chicks), i am actually sick. My throat is sorer than Carlson's Girlfriend's face after Kelly dominated it with a volleyball. So yeah, pretty sore.
Anyway, not much to report seeing as i havnt been to training all week (due to sickness and work, its not like im just taking a holiday like some selfish bastards i know) so i have no new info. Its just me and the movies. Such as American Psycho, which just fucked with my mind. Its as confusing as Brock with braces.
Im off like an unfaithful man's wedding ring,
Alexxxox
Monday, July 7, 2008
Weekend Wrap
i will start this post off with the footy wrap i guess. We played Scary Park away and we must have been shitting ourselves cos we lost all three grades. Colts got raped by 10 goals, and we didnt even play that bad. And my big comeback was lame as, i have a back injury so i couldnt run so just did a fatwick. Basically stood around in the square and didnt lead. Anyway here are my best players for the day:
Tony 'Blue Wiggle' Page: Had an amazing return to form which saw him play a variety of roles - ruckman, marking target and midfielder. Absolutely dominated the centre bounces and spent more time on the deck than kelly spends watching sbs. Was awesome.
Matt 'Is-it-Matt-or-is-it-Kelly' Harbeck: Rocked up late cos of work but had an impact straight away linking the midefield and the forward line nicely playing as a power forward. Probably kicked more on his left foot which says how fine his skills are. Wound up that wanky-looking akermanis/slim shady dude so much that he gave away two 50s and threatened to punch a dude on his own team. Nice.
Jake 'Kerr' Reynolds: Played his best game for the year as he cashed in on Pagey's ruck dominance. Broke more tackles than Jarryd does hearts, capped of a fine game with 2 goals in the last quarter.
After that there was a few notable mentions: both mulks were consistent, both grylls linked up across the ground nicely while Macca was hard at it as always. Dearly missed big men in Brocky, Rape Child and Bakes and even Mr 10 wasnt available.
Later that day we (me and mulks) went to Gareth's going away/birthday barbeque and had a good ol' aussie day. Then we enlisted the help of Pagey, grabbed a feed at Subbers and hit up the awards. The big news of the weekend is the revelation that we are having our colts party this friday. We were all so sad our favourite boys couldnt make it... It was only like for a second but. Its going to be a big to-doo so cant wait.
Well thats it from me, im off like Aboriginal with a TV (Carey Park special)
alexxx
Tony 'Blue Wiggle' Page: Had an amazing return to form which saw him play a variety of roles - ruckman, marking target and midfielder. Absolutely dominated the centre bounces and spent more time on the deck than kelly spends watching sbs. Was awesome.
Matt 'Is-it-Matt-or-is-it-Kelly' Harbeck: Rocked up late cos of work but had an impact straight away linking the midefield and the forward line nicely playing as a power forward. Probably kicked more on his left foot which says how fine his skills are. Wound up that wanky-looking akermanis/slim shady dude so much that he gave away two 50s and threatened to punch a dude on his own team. Nice.
Jake 'Kerr' Reynolds: Played his best game for the year as he cashed in on Pagey's ruck dominance. Broke more tackles than Jarryd does hearts, capped of a fine game with 2 goals in the last quarter.
After that there was a few notable mentions: both mulks were consistent, both grylls linked up across the ground nicely while Macca was hard at it as always. Dearly missed big men in Brocky, Rape Child and Bakes and even Mr 10 wasnt available.
Later that day we (me and mulks) went to Gareth's going away/birthday barbeque and had a good ol' aussie day. Then we enlisted the help of Pagey, grabbed a feed at Subbers and hit up the awards. The big news of the weekend is the revelation that we are having our colts party this friday. We were all so sad our favourite boys couldnt make it... It was only like for a second but. Its going to be a big to-doo so cant wait.
Well thats it from me, im off like Aboriginal with a TV (Carey Park special)
alexxx
Friday, July 4, 2008
He is Coming Back
Just found a McMulkins lookalike on the net today - but as you can see these guys are a bit more attractive. Especially the guy who is drooling on the right.
I'm sure everyone has heard the news over here, but for those in another country (wankers), the latest is that Graham Polak, Richmond player, was hit by a tram last Saturday night and will miss the rest of the season. Word is he got absolutely Polaxed. Ha fricketty ha.
Yes, that was mean.
Just watched Batman Begins yesterday and it has got me so amped for The Dark Knight. It's a direct sequel so it should be good. Or fucking sick.
For those who dont know, the boys are alive and well (unfortunately) in Queenstown so leave them a comment on brockys blog so they know how much they arent missed.
Well, i need to get ready for my last training session before the big comeback game. Yes, i will be playing this week. I'm so excited i might just do a Kylie Slee and wet my pants.
I'm off like clothes in an orgy,
Alexxx
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
All Gone
Okay, as you can see i have found another Kelly lookalike - this one was taken when Kelly broke his nose. Yum.
Now onto the serious stuff. Brock and Jarryd left Perth Airport last night at about 7.30pm, while Kelly left 5 hours later. Luckily, i got to say goodbye to them. I'd like to say it was an incredibly dramatic and emotional send off, but it was more like ''Ahhh, fuck off and let me know when you're back, man. Peace''. That sort of goodbye.
Now that they have gone, we are looking to find people to take their spots in the team. They even have gone as far as considering starting the infamous 'Fatwick' on the ground. Even my brother is coming down to training.
So if anyone knows a (predominately) male between the ages of 14 and 19 with at least one leg, tell them to rock up to colts training anytime.
I'm off like Selwood's head on Friday night,
Aldog
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