A premonition? Lets hope not...

[Guest]

At what point did you wet the bed?

[SConcierge]

were jim dymock & johnathon thurston watching the game?

no that would just make it weird.

at what point did you wet the bed?

lolololololololol

[stephenj]

interesting?

[stsae]

any thoughts as to what this means?

You stole my bong and smoked my stash.

[Guest]

any thoughts as to what this means?

You stole my bong and smoked my stash.

That shit is punishable by murder!

End of...

[Guest]

Is that you Beetroot face?

[Guest]

Yes.

What can I do you for my son?

[stsae]

That shit is punishable by murder!

End of...

I've heard of someone being broken into and having their stash taken but the thief left them one packed cone, and a note to alert them to the fact.

I wonder if Steakface copped a blackeye does he stick a steak on his bruised Steakface???

Such a good nic, makes me wanna BBQ.

[redwhiteblue]

Such a good nic, makes me wanna BBQ.

It makes me wanna be a vegetarian...

[007]

What it means is you scored 114 points for everyone that has you in their Dream Team fantasy league. If someone had you as Captain, a nice score of 228 points.

[Guest]

I ask kindly for the admin's the leave this in the main forum for at least 48 hours, just out of interest....

I had a dream last night. I, Steakface, was engaged in a game of rugby league, though the rules of the game had been modified a tad.

The ground was approximately 15 meters long by 10 meters wide, maybe even smaller. There were no goalposts. The game was at sunset and the lighting was very poor. A camphor laurel tree stood in the middle of the field right on half way, but it was probably only two meters tall. The rules were one man per team - so it was me versus the other bloke, who was wearing what appeared to be a Bulldogs jersey from the 1950's era.

The scoring worked like this - 2 points for tackle, 4 points for a try. There were no goalkicking duties required.

I would estimate 95% of the crowd was on his side, and enthusiastically so. I copped a lot of verbal abuse from the crowd, though a small but vocal group of my supporters in the far corner kept my spirits up.

I smashed the guy in tackle after tackle, racking up a sizeable total (can't remember what it was). The crowd was enraged and getting even more verbally abusive, and I actually remember fearing for my life at the oranges break at the 50 minute mark.

At this point, out of nowhere, Sonny Bill Williams appeared on the sideline as a mentor, coach and advisor. I handed him a 6 litre plastic bucket which was full to the brim with a mixture of molten lava and petrol. I asked him to pour the concoction all over the tree on the halfway mark and then set it alight.

His demeanor changed, and he said in a deeply concerned tone and with fear in his eyes, "Are you actually serious bro'? . "Do you want to get me killed or somethin' bro" ?!

Anyway fellow chook penners, I thought you would all like to know about this - any thoughts as to what this means?

Makes perfect sense to me mate.

You're the camphor laurel tree and you want your daddy figure (SBW) to burn away the hurt from the years of sexual abuse you suffered as a child at the hands of your bulldogs supporting uncle in front of his mates in his 15*10 metre shed.

Chook.

[chook 56]

Makes perfect sense to me mate.

You're the camphor laurel tree and you want your daddy figure (SBW) to burn away the hurt from the years of sexual abuse you suffered as a child at the hands of your bulldogs supporting uncle in front of his mates in his 15*10 metre shed.

Chook.

I think that you missed something there, Chook.
The camphor laurel relates to Scouts meetings.......& the shed could be the confessional?



Stay tuned.

[007]

Makes perfect sense to me mate.

You're the camphor laurel tree and you want your daddy figure (SBW) to burn away the hurt from the years of sexual abuse you suffered as a child at the hands of your bulldogs supporting uncle in front of his mates in his 15*10 metre shed.

Chook.

Wouldn't it be ironic if he had an Uncle Ernie (from Tommy)!

[Burnt Rooster]

Steak, try having a wet dream, its alot more enjoyable, and alot stress on ya body mate, take the trip.

[kurtsherlock6]

I ask kindly for the admin's the leave this in the main forum for at least 48 hours, just out of interest....

I had a dream last night. I, Steakface, was engaged in a game of rugby league, though the rules of the game had been modified a tad.

The ground was approximately 15 meters long by 10 meters wide, maybe even smaller. There were no goalposts. The game was at sunset and the lighting was very poor. A camphor laurel tree stood in the middle of the field right on half way, but it was probably only two meters tall. The rules were one man per team - so it was me versus the other bloke, who was wearing what appeared to be a Bulldogs jersey from the 1950's era.

The scoring worked like this - 2 points for tackle, 4 points for a try. There were no goalkicking duties required.

I would estimate 95% of the crowd was on his side, and enthusiastically so. I copped a lot of verbal abuse from the crowd, though a small but vocal group of my supporters in the far corner kept my spirits up.

I smashed the guy in tackle after tackle, racking up a sizeable total (can't remember what it was). The crowd was enraged and getting even more verbally abusive, and I actually remember fearing for my life at the oranges break at the 50 minute mark.

At this point, out of nowhere, Sonny Bill Williams appeared on the sideline as a mentor, coach and advisor. I handed him a 6 litre plastic bucket which was full to the brim with a mixture of molten lava and petrol. I asked him to pour the concoction all over the tree on the halfway mark and then set it alight.

His demeanor changed, and he said in a deeply concerned tone and with fear in his eyes, "Are you actually serious bro'? . "Do you want to get me killed or somethin' bro" ?!

Anyway fellow chook penners, I thought you would all like to know about this - any thoughts as to what this means?

Time for rehab.