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Big Dog?
 

Chapter VI


“This is worse than playing for ****ing Vossy.”


“What was that Browny?”


Browny wondered why he was putting himself through this. Standing in front of the camera. Caked in make-up. He thought back to the days in Colac, a twelve year old boy running through men and cracking their ribs with his thick skull.


“Come one Browny, last take then we’re done with promos!”


“I am Fox Footy.”


“Yeah, yeah, yeah nice one, I reckon we’ve got this in the can!”


He strutted from the room. Staff couldn’t tell whether he was squinting or glaring. Into a glass walled office he continued to strut.


“Big Dog.”


“Oh, ah, hiya Browny!”


“Don’t get up. What’s the news?”


“Well Browny it’s all about Essendon. They’re trying to get Hirdy, but it just isn’t happening. Hirdy is just too important.”


“Is that what I should talk about tonight?”


Both men paused as Mike entered the room.


“There’ll be a script Browny, you just read from it.”


Browny thought to himself. It was rare. There was very little going on beneath his bowl. But why did he retire. He was happy in Brisbane. He enjoyed being paid a ludicrous amount of money. He didn’t care about whether he was kicking goals. He didn’t care about the players around him. He loved running out, crashing packs and getting paid very well. Maybe the concussion wasn’t going to kill him. Maybe he could have kept playing.


He looked at the two men around him. Why the **** was he taking orders from these two. They were beneath him. A geek. The kind of kid who would have his head flushed down a toilet in Colac. How dare he leave Browny out of his top fifty.


The other, what a lump of shit. How his life became this he didn’t understand. He could coach. If Leppa could coach he could coach. **** this shit.
 

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With great effort, Big Dog peeled his face off the mattress, stuck fast as it was by a mixture of perspiration and body oils leeching from his skin. It came free with a sound not unlike velcro, and left facial hair protruding from the stain on the sheet.

"Uh, did that again, only have to shave one side today, bonus. Hey, the shape of the stain sort of looks like James."

Big Dog was getting aroused at the thought of his leader, so he rubbed one out quickly onto the Turin shroud image of his cheek, resembling James. It mixed in with the perspiration and body oils to form a larger version.

"Oh, **** yeah, **** yeah," he groaned as he finished. Surveying his work, he used his fingers to massage the liquids as best he could into an image most reminiscent of his leader.

"Now we'll always be one, Albert." he said affectionately.

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That'll get you started El Dubya
 
With great effort, Big Dog peeled his face off the mattress, stuck fast as it was by a mixture of perspiration and body oils leeching from his skin. It came free with a sound not unlike velcro, and left facial hair protruding from the stain on the sheet.

"Uh, did that again, only have to shave one side today, bonus. Hey, the shape of the stain sort of looks like James."

Big Dog was getting aroused at the thought of his leader, so he rubbed one out quickly onto the Turin shroud image of his cheek, resembling James. It mixed in with the perspiration and body oils to form a larger version.

"Oh, **** yeah, **** yeah," he groaned as he finished. Surveying his work, he used his fingers to massage the liquids as best he could into an image most reminiscent of his leader.

"Now we'll always be one, Albert." he said affectionately.

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That'll get you started El Dubya
Needs more Browney.
 

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