Off-topic Big Dog II

[royals1922]

Needs the:


The events in this story are entirely fictional and any resemblance to current events or persons is coincidental.

 

[Freofalcon]

El Dubya. Ignore the ignorami who gave you a LOL didn't read.

The only thing they probably read is the K Mart catalogue hoping for a glimpse of side boob while having a fap.

Quality work mate.

 

[El Dubya]

El Dubya. Ignore the ignorami who gave you a LOL didn't read.

The only thing they probably read is the K Mart catalogue hoping for a glimpse of side boob while having a fap.

Quality work mate.

K-Mart side boob! brb fapping.

 

[Higgins2Waite]

It is good stuff. Great effort...campaigner.

 

[royals1922]

El Dubya. Ignore the ignorami who gave you a LOL didn't read.

The only thing they probably read is the K Mart catalogue hoping for a glimpse of side boob while having a fap.

Quality work mate.

Hey I did that

 

[Higgins2Waite]

Hey I did that

You wasted a Viagra on that?

 

[go you pups]

I sense envy....

Hhmmm yes. Perhaps Jaz should tell us a story about "the plastics" origins or something.

 

[royals1922]

You wasted a Viagra on that?

I got James Hirds stuff

 

[NorthernLights]

Didn't watch lol.

 

[MrSinistah]

Great to see the big Dog back in action. When i saw him and his god on 360 monday night the first thing i thought of was Big Dog And master together at last.

 

[Wosh]

#LolDubya

Fat jokes, or just excellent descriptive writing. Not sure where the humour is Jaz, unless you think the obese are inherently funny?

 

[Bender_]

Spam has been deleted and perpetrators thread-banned.

Continue with your magnum orifice El Dubya.

 

[El Dubya]

#LolDubya


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Where are my damn croissants?

 

[Wosh]

Where are my damn croissants?

Don't you mean fish sticks?

 

[El Dubya]

Don't you mean fish sticks?

 

[Impunity!]

Did read and did LOL, top work OP

 

[Dinsdale]

This whole "Didn't Read LOL" GIF fad needs to die. It's old and wasn't funny back when it was fresh.

 

[Tyler Durden007]

 

[Red mist]

Oh f##k off lol.. Imagining you wearing a white suit in a special chair with buttons.

 

[Paul Kersey]

Man of the people isn't happy.

 

[Starburns_]

Finally got to this thread, top work LW.

Poor form from the detractors considering how many offer very little to the bay themselves.

 

[Red mist]

Finally got to this thread, top work LW.

Poor form from the detractors considering how many offer very little to the bay themselves.

It's all about the build sir. Bloody oath.

 

[Red mist]

Flaky crabs has made me laugh beyond the excellent prose. Go LW.

 

[El Dubya]

Chapter III​

“Hodgey, mate, how’re doin’?”


“You know, yuh should play for the Bombers!”


“How good woould that be!”


“How many cans have you had Big Dog?”


“Oh mate, I’m going hard tonight!”


“See the Bombers fly up!”


“Is Jimmy here?”


“I don’t know.”


“Do you use Twitter Hodgey?”


“Yeah.”


“Aren’t they all just flogs?”


“Haven’t noticed.”


“Oh mate they are, they really are.”


“They’re just talking shit to me Hodgey, just bullying me all the time!”


“I’ve got to go.”


“Just be careful of those trolls Hodgey.”


He was alone at the bar.


A young indigenous man approached him.


“Harlza!”


“Who are you?”


“Mate, you wouldn’t know, I’m the ****ing Big Dog.”


“Why wouldn’t I know.”


“Because you’re stuck up North aren’t you?”


The indigenous man was handed a glass of bourbon. Quickly it disappeared down his throat. Another was immediately put in his hand and disappeared just as quickly.


“What are you saying to me?”


“Hey look it’s Browny! That guy knows how to make it up North.”


The indigenous man took another drink. Big Dog leaned into him. The indigenous man could smell the alcohol on his breath. He didn’t like it. Big Dog cupped his hand across the indigenous man’s cheek and patted him.


“You’ll work it out mate. I’m the ****ing Big Dog. I need a ****ing cigarette.”


Big Dog made his way across the ballroom, staggering against the back of an empty chair.


“Who the **** is winning this thing?”


“I’m the ****ing Big Dog.”


He crashed through the doors across the balcony and collapsed against a glass banister. Looking down over Melbourne he breathed deeply. There was a stillness in the air he felt the cold drain the alcohol out of his face and refresh him. He slowly made his way upright and found a cigarette in his pocket.


A deep voice rumbled behind him.


“Big Dog, how is your evening?”


“I’m good Browny, I’m real good.”

 

[Red mist]

Chapter III​

“Hodgey, mate, how’re doin’?”


“You know, yuh should play for the Bombers!”


“How good woould that be!”


“How many cans have you had Big Dog?”


“Oh mate, I’m going hard tonight!”


“See the Bombers fly up!”


“Is Jimmy here?”


“I don’t know.”


“Do you use Twitter Hodgey?”


“Yeah.”


“Aren’t they all just flogs?”


“Haven’t noticed.”


“Oh mate they are, they really are.”


“They’re just talking shit to me Hodgey, just bullying me all the time!”


“I’ve got to go.”


“Just be careful of those trolls Hodgey.”


He was alone at the bar.


A young indigenous man approached him.


“Harlza!”


“Who are you?”


“Mate, you wouldn’t know, I’m the ******* Big Dog.”


“Why wouldn’t I know.”


“Because you’re stuck up North aren’t you?”


The indigenous man was handed a glass of bourbon. Quickly it disappeared down his throat. Another was immediately put in his hand and disappeared just as quickly.


“What are you saying to me?”


“Hey look it’s Browny! That guy knows how to make it up North.”


The indigenous man took another drink. Big Dog leaned into him. The indigenous man could smell the alcohol on his breath. He didn’t like it. Big Dog cupped his hand across the indigenous man’s cheek and patted him.


“You’ll work it out mate. I’m the ******* Big Dog. I need a ******* cigarette.”


Big Dog made his way across the ballroom, staggering against the back of an empty chair.


“Who the **** is winning this thing?”


“I’m the ******* Big Dog.”


He crashed through the doors across the balcony and collapsed against a glass banister. Looking down over Melbourne he breathed deeply. There was a stillness in the air he felt the cold drain the alcohol out of his face and refresh him. He slowly made his way upright and found a cigarette in his pocket.


A deep voice rumbled behind him.


“Big Dog, how is your evening?”


“I’m good Browny, I’m real good.”

Use of the word staggering creativity.