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Usually not one to complain about the "free" games, but this month is doing nothing for me.

Hopefully not a homophobic slur. I'm not ready for a world in which he's the next Pope.

It jumped the shark a bit towards the end of the Chocco years, but could you imagine Hinkley bringing the team over to the outer during the 3Q time huddle?

It's the latter. We haven't had one external review during the Koch regime despite a lack of on-field success. They are completely drunk on their own bathwater and are in danger of breaking the world record for the number of chromosomes in a human being.

The Dulmial Barrel

Mitch Loukoumades

Je suis Donna

Getting worn down by the grind in Yakuza: LaD. I thought that I'd like the change to turn-based combat but not so sure now.

If they train that body language analyser machine on Finlayson it'll disappear in a cloud of smoke and sparks in a microsecond.

Still raw but a great game. Could be anything in a few years.

5. Radical Ear 4. Sex Panther 3. Hot Toddy 2. Quadzilla 1. Trevor Broke

Jed with the lazy 17 and 1.

HE CRADLED IT ABOVE THE SHOULDER MOITE!!!

Would rather us play Visentini as a second ruck resting forward. Finlayson gives us nothing these days.

Nasty Canasta sounds like some NSFW thing, like a TexMex version of a Cleveland Steamer.

If we miss the eight this year, we're not sacking him. Koch will say Ken deserves a final season to go out on his own terms while providing much needed and valuable mentoring to Carr in order to give him the best chance of being head coach in 2026. We will then scrape into the eight and Koch...

Already booked to play Ben Keays in the Ted Walker: Crack's on Fire biopic.

Koch is the perfect storm of clueless football IQ meeting massive opinion of self importance. Basically, the sort of person The Creed warned us about and asked us to clear out.

Sack Hinkley 11 - Mac and Foreskin Cheese

Fielding a player with concussion during Dreamtime at the 'G would not be a good look.

Not really. Any cünt can get around anything with a fücking umlaut.

I dunno, his disappearing acts after embarrassing home finals exits would make David Copperfield proud.

We think he's a bogan bellend but here he is rehearsing for his gig as conductor of the Berlin Philharmonic.

Dickheads are good for you.

Cornes is just confirming what we all know. By his own admission he played 99% of his career in a second-rate competition and when he had a crack in the big league he couldn't hack it and lasted 5 games.

Nicks's game plan is basically Hinkley's with added free kicks.

This aged well.