Ask ChatGPT? What AI knows about the Bay.
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Jealous?lol how much of a Narcissist do you have to be to make this up
Don’t worry, I’m sure ChatGPT loves you too, Savvy…
lol am I jealous Sr. Tylenol wasted 10 minutes making up a post about himself… is that your question?
You finally learnt how to use the reply function!?lol am I jealous Sr. Tylenol wasted 10 minutes making up a post about himself… is that your question?
What is with Tanker flogs lately 
Pressure must be getting to them
Pressure must be getting to them
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ChatGPT should be called ChatTLDR
It needs to keep it short and simple.
It needs to keep it short and simple.
What is with Tanker flogs lately
Pressure must be getting to them
QED
Shitting yourselves already at the prospect of losing another PF
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FootyIsTheWin is a user on the BigFooty Bay 13 forum1 and an active participant in the bAyFLX (Beta 3.0) Blue Steel game2. They are known for their performance in the matches. For instance, in one of the matches, FootyIsTheWin kicked a long ball to the forward 50, leading to a goal2. They had 16 hitouts and 14 disposals in that match2.
In another game, FootyIsTheWin won the tap and followed up his own ruck work and gathered the ball3. They are also noted as the captain of their team4, which speaks volumes about their leadership and skill.
In another game, FootyIsTheWin won the tap and followed up his own ruck work and gathered the ball3. They are also noted as the captain of their team4, which speaks volumes about their leadership and skill.
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That isn't chat gpt.
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so does the rest of australia
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Spreaders had lived with the nickname for so long, he couldn’t even remember his real name. It all started when he was a kid, after a freak accident involving a lawnmower and a moment of inattention. His left foot had never looked the same since, missing its middle toe and spreading the remaining ones in an awkward fan-like pattern. Kids at school were merciless, and the name “Spreaders” stuck.
Now in his thirties, Spreaders worked as a mechanic in a small town garage. He had a reputation for being the best, but also the most volatile. His anger flared up at the smallest provocation—a stubborn bolt, a customer who questioned his work, or a co-worker’s offhand comment. Everyone knew to tread lightly around him, but that didn’t stop the gossip.
One sweltering summer day, a new guy named Jake started at the garage. Fresh out of trade school and full of confidence, Jake hadn’t yet learned about Spreaders’ temper. As the day wore on, the heat and stress seemed to magnify Spreaders’ usual irritability. By late afternoon, he was on edge, muttering curses under his breath as he wrestled with a particularly stubborn engine.
Jake, oblivious to the building storm, approached Spreaders with a question. “Hey, man, can you show me how to—”
“Can’t you see I’m busy?” Spreaders snapped, his face reddening. “Figure it out yourself!”
Jake, taken aback but undeterred, pressed on. “I just need a minute. It’s my first day, and—”
“Your first day might be your last if you don’t back off!” Spreaders yelled, throwing a wrench to the floor with a loud clang.
The garage fell silent. Everyone held their breath, waiting for what would happen next. Jake stared at Spreaders, his initial surprise hardening into resolve. “You don’t have to be such a jerk about it,” he said evenly. “We’re all just trying to do our jobs.”
For a moment, it looked like Spreaders might explode. His hands clenched into fists, and his whole body tensed. But then, something shifted. He saw not just a young guy pushing his buttons but a mirror of his own younger self—eager, trying to prove himself, and just needing a bit of guidance.
Spreaders took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. “Alright, kid,” he said, his voice rough but softer. “Let’s see what you got.”
The tension in the garage eased as Spreaders and Jake worked together, the older man’s gruff demeanor tempered by a newfound patience. It wasn’t easy for Spreaders to keep his anger in check, but he found that teaching Jake reminded him of why he loved the work in the first place.
Days turned into weeks, and a tentative friendship formed between them. Spreaders still had his moments, but Jake’s presence seemed to help him manage his temper better. The nickname still stuck, but now it was said with a mix of respect and affection.
Spreaders learned that while he couldn’t change his past or the quirks that had shaped him, he could change how he responded to the world. And in that small garage, amid the grease and engines, he found a way to start repairing more than just cars.
Now in his thirties, Spreaders worked as a mechanic in a small town garage. He had a reputation for being the best, but also the most volatile. His anger flared up at the smallest provocation—a stubborn bolt, a customer who questioned his work, or a co-worker’s offhand comment. Everyone knew to tread lightly around him, but that didn’t stop the gossip.
One sweltering summer day, a new guy named Jake started at the garage. Fresh out of trade school and full of confidence, Jake hadn’t yet learned about Spreaders’ temper. As the day wore on, the heat and stress seemed to magnify Spreaders’ usual irritability. By late afternoon, he was on edge, muttering curses under his breath as he wrestled with a particularly stubborn engine.
Jake, oblivious to the building storm, approached Spreaders with a question. “Hey, man, can you show me how to—”
“Can’t you see I’m busy?” Spreaders snapped, his face reddening. “Figure it out yourself!”
Jake, taken aback but undeterred, pressed on. “I just need a minute. It’s my first day, and—”
“Your first day might be your last if you don’t back off!” Spreaders yelled, throwing a wrench to the floor with a loud clang.
The garage fell silent. Everyone held their breath, waiting for what would happen next. Jake stared at Spreaders, his initial surprise hardening into resolve. “You don’t have to be such a jerk about it,” he said evenly. “We’re all just trying to do our jobs.”
For a moment, it looked like Spreaders might explode. His hands clenched into fists, and his whole body tensed. But then, something shifted. He saw not just a young guy pushing his buttons but a mirror of his own younger self—eager, trying to prove himself, and just needing a bit of guidance.
Spreaders took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down. “Alright, kid,” he said, his voice rough but softer. “Let’s see what you got.”
The tension in the garage eased as Spreaders and Jake worked together, the older man’s gruff demeanor tempered by a newfound patience. It wasn’t easy for Spreaders to keep his anger in check, but he found that teaching Jake reminded him of why he loved the work in the first place.
Days turned into weeks, and a tentative friendship formed between them. Spreaders still had his moments, but Jake’s presence seemed to help him manage his temper better. The nickname still stuck, but now it was said with a mix of respect and affection.
Spreaders learned that while he couldn’t change his past or the quirks that had shaped him, he could change how he responded to the world. And in that small garage, amid the grease and engines, he found a way to start repairing more than just cars.
Lol Essedon
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