SA Footy

Squids wrote:Do yourself a favour and don't rot your brain reading that rubbish.

Dog_ger wrote:I preferred it when the sports section was a lift out.

Don't go out of my way to get the Sunday Mail because of it.

Only worth reading when in hospital.

It's free and I don't have to share.

It's a total F&@K up when you have to share the Sunday Mail today.

Only because we have a female editor.....

If we can have all the other sections as a lift out, why not the "Sports Section"?

We are talking, bacon & eggs on toast, in bed on Sunday Morning, Sharing what Women like to read and what Men like to read.

Whats so hard.

Dog_ger wrote:I get kicked out of bed to go and get the mail@localbakery beeroclock.

I am the only one that gets wet....

And then I come back & cook the bacon&eggs....

Life is hard, pleasing the BOSS....

Dog_ger wrote:I preferred it when the sports section was a lift out.

Don't go out of my way to get the Sunday Mail because of it.

Only worth reading when in hospital.

It's free and I don't have to share.

It's a total F&@K up when you have to share the Sunday Mail today.

Only because we have a female editor.....

If we can have all the other sections as a lift out, why not the "Sports Section"?

We are talking, bacon & eggs on toast, in bed on Sunday Morning, Sharing what Women like to read and what Men like to read.

While watching Andrew O'Keefe on 7 ..... YUK...

Mrs_Dog_ger loves Andrew...

What's so hard.

Footy Chick wrote:We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere - like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. “Give me five bees for a quarter,” you'd say.

Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...

Dog_ger wrote:

Footy Chick wrote:We can't bust heads like we used to, but we have our ways. One trick is to tell 'em stories that don't go anywhere - like the time I caught the ferry over to Shelbyville. I needed a new heel for my shoe, so, I decided to go to Morganville, which is what they called Shelbyville in those days. So I tied an onion to my belt, which was the style at the time. Now, to take the ferry cost a nickel, and in those days, nickels had pictures of bumblebees on 'em. “Give me five bees for a quarter,” you'd say.

Now where were we? Oh yeah: the important thing was I had an onion on my belt, which was the style at the time. They didn't have white onions because of the war. The only thing you could get was those big yellow ones...

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BijOyMEzoFU