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AFLW 2024 - Round 9 - Indigenous Round - Chat, game threads, injury lists, team lineups and more.
Last week is over, move on no one cares anymore.
Only if you applied to be a model for a dentists ad.I just applied for a job. I didn't tell them I have no teeth. Is that wrong?
No please, because the search result of my name by that thread is a permalink I've been sharing around the world for easy access like a bloody encyclopaedia.Want me to move all the posts from the cooking forum here?
Haha nah nothing like that.Only if you applied to be a model for a dentists ad.
Ok I updated.You were too quick for my sneaky edit
Up north of Sweet there's a shop on the furthest tip of the Expansion National Park which does the best parma, with devon sanger and you can even get dimmies there with tomato sauce.There's a shop in the next town that does the best Parma burger, well worth the 20 minute drive
Snarky qooty comments aside, I'm glad that the procedure went well and that you're feeling so much better, Mobbs. Good health is the best wealth.Recovery cam:
After surgery a week and a bit ago, my ability to breathe has been faaaantastic. Never feel its a struggle anymore. Nose is entirely clear. Sense of smell is back, however the sensories are having trouble running multiple scents side by side, so whatever is the strongest smell eg a strong smelling food or an air freshener ... or victory when the Roys play, that's the only smell apparent, even if there are other lesser smells ... like the fear exuded by our opponents.
My taste buds are also starting to kick in a little, though nowhere near as strongly as my sense of smell. I can taste some things again, but it's fairly distant and low-level.
Massive boulders of gunk came out my nose yesterday. One from each nostril. Bigger than windyhill 's left butt cheek (but not the right).
Last night I fell asleep about midnight, and this morning I woke up at about 7:30am. This is crazy familiar. Sounds almost like ... like a normal schedule. This was basically impossible before, as well as there being pretty much no point anyway, because what was I wanting to greet the day for?
My buggered foot also quickly recovered so I guess it was just a bruise, not a sprain, and I was just being a massive crybaby. But hell it was full-on at the time!
I am about to make my first foray into the public dental system via a phone call. I will ask if they can just etch-a-sketch reset my entire dial and let me start anew.
Thanks man. I only added the qooty references because they just looked like they would work, not because I meant them.Snarky qooty comments aside, I'm glad that the procedure went well and that you're feeling so much better, Mobbs. Good health is the best wealth.
It's like you're just a more experienced Pickitt!As you can all plainly see, I'm just talking to myself.
Don't give a rats, tbh.
View attachment classically trained.mp4It's like you're just a more experienced Pickitt!
Did he say good morning to you or something?Chief you're the worst Qooty player to ever pull on the virtual boots. You'll never be the Qooty player you aspired to be. Even if you aspired to be a bad Qooty player, you won't be that either. I hope you stand in a puddle and mud goes up your leg. Then drips hang off the hairs on your shins and you get itchy and ticklish. Then one of those weird things that looks like a tadpole but isn't really a tadpole gets your attention in the puddle but when you go to pick it up it looks more like an anomalocaris and you get freaked out and so you slip over and your butt falls in the puddle but you still have lots of the quarter to go so you get all cold and squidgy like. And now your hands are all muddy cause you used them to break your fall. And then the ball comes your way via a mongrel punt and you try to mark it overheard but because your hands are grimy the ball first jars both thumbs and then slips through and conks you just above the eyes and while it doesn't necessarily hurt or do any damage all your teammates think it's funny and laugh a little. And this makes you frustrated so you storm off the field and pull the plug on the forum out of a huge tanty and we have to finish the game in the dark, but then everyone has a fun mud-ball fight and it's all very delightful and you're the only one sitting on the sidelines with your arms firmly folded harrumphing away like a big stick-in-the-mud which is ironic because you're the only one now not in the mud. And your head will bow from the shame and the sorrow and when you look up again everyone will be gone from the ground showering and possibly having towel-flicking fights and stuff and you will walk home alone, muddy, and with a radioactive anomalocaris slipping under your collar where his bite gradually morphs you into a tragic superhero except the only backstory you will have is that a sim role-playing aussie rules footy game made you sad.
Chief you're the worst Qooty player to ever pull on the virtual boots. You'll never be the Qooty player you aspired to be. Even if you aspired to be a bad Qooty player, you won't be that either. I hope you stand in a puddle and mud goes up your leg. Then drips hang off the hairs on your shins and you get itchy and ticklish. Then one of those weird things that looks like a tadpole but isn't really a tadpole gets your attention in the puddle but when you go to pick it up it looks more like an anomalocaris and you get freaked out and so you slip over and your butt falls in the puddle but you still have lots of the quarter to go so you get all cold and squidgy like. And now your hands are all muddy cause you used them to break your fall. And then the ball comes your way via a mongrel punt and you try to mark it overheard but because your hands are grimy the ball first jars both thumbs and then slips through and conks you just above the eyes and while it doesn't necessarily hurt or do any damage all your teammates think it's funny and laugh a little. And this makes you frustrated so you storm off the field and pull the plug on the forum out of a huge tanty and we have to finish the game in the dark, but then everyone has a fun mud-ball fight and it's all very delightful and you're the only one sitting on the sidelines with your arms firmly folded harrumphing away like a big stick-in-the-mud which is ironic because you're the only one now not in the mud. And your head will bow from the shame and the sorrow and when you look up again everyone will be gone from the ground showering and possibly having towel-flicking fights and stuff and you will walk home alone, muddy, and with a radioactive anomalocaris slipping under your collar where his bite gradually morphs you into a tragic superhero except the only backstory you will have is that a sim role-playing aussie rules footy game made you sad.
Last week is over, move on no one cares anymore.
But thanks for the inspirational move for the game on Sunday. TedDougChris chuck me in FB please!