Tiny. That's what we call him. Tiny.
Ha. Ha.
Eels fans, you get it.
Stevenson writes about
Catching concrete.
"Imagine standing, looking at the sky." Catching concrete.
EELS FANS, YOU GET IT.
No fucker dare
Catch concrete. Or Tiny.
EELS FANS, YOU GET IT.
Broken,
Evergreen
Hero.
Indiscriminate
Neanderthal (but not in a
Derogatory way).
Forced
Up, tucked
Into
Fragrant
Underarms,
I'm
Me. I miss
Openings, I cringe at hits,
I'm me. I'm the ball. I'm
More
Old-school, than you,
I'm me. I'm Fui. I'm Fui.
Andrew Stevenson's article,"The Science behind Parramatta's Secret WMD", can be found here.
Tuesday, September 29, 2009
Sunday, September 27, 2009
The Fev at The Brownlow
Thirsty?
Here.
Enjoy this
Frosty,
Effervescent
VB.
And
Tune in
Tonight, 'cause I'm
Hosting an
Evening of laughs, a
Bawdy,
Rollicking
Occasion.
With
No
Losers,
Only
Winners. Only me.
Here.
Enjoy this
Frosty,
Effervescent
VB.
And
Tune in
Tonight, 'cause I'm
Hosting an
Evening of laughs, a
Bawdy,
Rollicking
Occasion.
With
No
Losers,
Only
Winners. Only me.
Tuesday, September 15, 2009
Jive's Triumphant Return: "Women's Sand Wrestling: The Bowling Ball Grip"
Wild
On's on,
Mum.
Everyone's
Nearly
Set.
Send for chips,
And
Nachos, and
Dip.
Wanton
Rebels,
Elegant
Soceresses
Taking
Lessons
In
Not exposing your
G:
Tide of
Hedonism,
Existentialism, full
Blown
Opportunistic
Wager
Leaning
Into a
Not-so
Good
Breeze.
Allay my fears.
Lean
Left.
Great
Roast potatoes Mum, love this night.
It's
Peachy.
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