Vintage Bay IN: Paul Seedsman

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Quality troll from Seedsman. He knows he's already one of our top tier mids, but still fools the media by making them think he plays down back. These clowns mustn't even watch a single game each week
 

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He was at Chadstone today lol.
The only shopping centre in Australia with the capacity (and only just barely) to keep in all the women who want to sex him.
 

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Copped a huge clothesline from Dawes today, umpire instantly drew his whistle to his mouth but when he saw the man getting hit he didn't bother as he feared the wrath of the Seed for possibly making him look soft by giving him the free.
 
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The Seed is merciful.

Merciful is the seed.

In the beginning was the Seed, and the Seed was with the ball, and the Seed was the ball.

The great man has narrated the B&W show, inseminated every female Melbourne supporter at the MCG (consensually, with his eyes) and won us the game by having a quiet one.

The Seed moves in mysterious ways his wonders to perform.
 
While the untrained eye might believe that Seedsman played badly today, it is obvious that all went according to Seedsman's plan. It's bad enough that Melbourne lose by 83 points. Who want to see them lose by 830 points?

The Seed is merciful.

Which is why he gave away a couple of frees in front of goal to Jack Watts. He knows Jack's been struggling. Always thinking of others.
 
I love watching Seeds on the telly, but words cannot describe the feeling of seeing him in the flesh. I was in awe of the great one.
 
While the untrained eye might believe that Seedsman played badly today, it is obvious that all went according to Seedsman's plan. It's bad enough that Melbourne lose by 83 points. Who want to see them lose by 830 points?

The Seed is merciful.

Ahhhh, that was it. I was about to say he ****ed up a lot of things today
 
Every time i hear Seedsman's name, i always think of the lyrics to Harvester Of Sorrow by Metallica. Kind of fitting really.


HARVESTER OF SORROW

My life suffocates
Planting the seeds of hate
I've loved, turned to hate
Trapped far beyond my fate
I give, you take this life that I forsake
Been cheated of my youth
You turned this lie to truth

Anger, misery
You'll suffer unto me

Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow

Pure black, looking clear
My work is done soon here
Try getting back to me
Get back which used to be
Drink up, shoot in
Let the beatings begin
Distributor of pain
Your loss becomes my gain

Anger, misery
You'll suffer unto me

Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow

All have said their prayers
Invade their nightmares
To see into my eyes
You'll find where murder lies
Infanticide

Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
Language of the mad
Harvester of sorrow
 

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