Things that you rate!

[The Dark Knight]

House Parties
Spa Baths
Subway at 1 AM

Awsome night!!

[Pidge]

Winning only our third soccer match of the season to climb off the bottom of the table.

[White Line Fever]

It's the last ball of the day.
Both umpires have had the lux-o-meter out and are looking toward the dark clouds coming in.
The bowler starts his run-up as WLF settles into the crease.
He pitches it outside off and WLF steps into it pushing a single to short cover as the fielder comes storming in.
They take off for the single.
Ball thrown to the bowlers end.
Looks on-line as WLF dives for the crease.
MISS!

And there it is ladies and gentleman...

He brings up the grand.

And what an illustrious 1000 it was, between footy tips, supercoach, Southern Footy League and his beloved Crows.
I don't think we've seen the end of this kid.

Good day and goodnight.

[Media Park]

It's the last ball of the day.
Both umpires have had the lux-o-meter out and are looking toward the dark clouds coming in.
The bowler starts his run-up as WLF settles into the crease.
He pitches it outside off and WLF steps into it pushing a single to short cover as the fielder comes storming in.
They take off for the single.
Ball thrown to the bowlers end.
Looks on-line as WLF dives for the crease.
MISS!

And there it is ladies and gentleman...

He brings up the grand.

And what an illustrious 1000 it was, between footy tips, supercoach, Southern Footy League and his beloved Crows.
I don't think we've seen the end of this kid.

Good day and goodnight.

[Lunchcutter]

Getting "asked" to leave the Mars Bar last night wtg

[Rik E Boy]

Ben Cousins has retired. **** off already.

regards,

REB

[FattyLumpkin]

He brings up the grand.

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Got my work cut out to keep in front of ya!!

[Johno6]

you scored 1000 runs? off how many balls?

p.s gettin into a GF (and hopefully not gettin dropped for it)

[Pseudo]

"Tit Monday" can't be too far away then...

http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2006 ... day-p1.php

Couldn't have put it any better

I'll tell you what, driving in to work late today (after 9 AM) there were plenty of youngish looking ladies out in the summer running gear, some jogging, some walking dogs... no obvious flesh on display yet, but I think we can't be too far away

[shoe boy]

"Tit Monday" can't be too far away then...

http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2006 ... day-p1.php

Couldn't have put it any better

I'll tell you what, driving in to work late today (after 9 AM) there were plenty of youngish looking ladies out in the summer running gear, some jogging, some walking dogs... no obvious flesh on display yet, but I think we can't be too far away

You should of been at local footy on the w/end

[White Line Fever]

"Tit Monday" can't be too far away then...

http://www.boreme.com/boreme/funny-2006 ... day-p1.php

Couldn't have put it any better

I'll tell you what, driving in to work late today (after 9 AM) there were plenty of youngish looking ladies out in the summer running gear, some jogging, some walking dogs... no obvious flesh on display yet, but I think we can't be too far away

Haha that is funny.

We always talk about that first day of warmth.

Not today but not far away either.

Exciting times ahead.

[Media Park]

the monday morning debrief on my workmates and my respective weekend antics...

my unexpected bald head gives me top billing for the weekend antics!!!

[OnSong]

To quote a great post. Probably the best ever IMO:

It's that time of year again!!!

Not necessarily referring to literally "rating" things, but just things that make you think "Hell yeah, I rate that!"

Kicking it off: I rate Tit Monday

Tit Monday:

This put it best. I didn't write it, for those who thought I did but i'll claim it if you want me to:

"Ah, Tit Monday. It's not that far off now...

That glorious day when, heading into work on the bus, or sitting on the train, you find yourself suddenly chirpier than you have been in months. You find yourself smiling at strangers again. There is a mild involuntary tumescence in your trousers that comes and goes throughout the morning with the comforting regularity of a heartbeat.

And then you get a text around lunchtime from a mate which says: "At last, Tit Monday!" And you instantly understand why you are so happy. For Tit Monday is that special day in the year when, for the first time, the temperature rises above that magical point which causes girls getting dressed in the morning to decide to show a bit of skin.

After months of dull colours and chunky knit, the world's birds suddenly dive into last summer's wardrobe (they've not had chance to buy this season's stuff) and chuck it on without a thought. Your urban landscape is suddenly lightened with acres of naked arm and leg and, after many dark months of burrowing, breasts rising to the surface like moles at dusk.

Big breasts in white work shirts straining at the buttons. Small breasts braless in vest tops, the nipples frotted by ribby fabrics. Breasts in summer dresses bouncing in the distance so that they catch your eye before you even notice there is someone wearing them. Breasts nudging out from the crowd at traffic islands, quivering to cross the road...

And you know it is nearly summer. For previous generations, the arrival of spring was heralded by the sound of the first cuckoo. For us, it is Tit Monday.

Not that it always falls on a Monday. Like Easter, Tit Monday is a moveable feast.

And then, of course, there is Tit Monday Night. You see, in early summer, temperatures drop off very dramatically when night falls. But the dollies are not prepared. Slightly stunned by the morning heat, they drag out the summer clothes but forget to bring a cardie (a mistake they will not make again until next year), so that when they're all standing outside the pub after work celebrating the arrival of spring, their barely covered nipples have no protection from the cold. It's like a Bring-and-Buy sale where everyone has brought hat pegs. It's like a prog-rock gig where, instead of lighters, everyone is holding up nipples.

So when will Tit Monday fall this year? Will you be the first to text your mates with the announcement? Do not shoot your bolt too early. There will be false starts. You will smell fresh cut grass and see a couple of early starters and feel compelled to declare Tit Monday. But your more level-headed friends will tell you to hold your horses, keep your powder dry, don't fire until you see the whites of their bra straps.

As the poet said: one bold Northern slapper in a bikini doth not a summer make."

[Rik E Boy]

To quote a great post. Probably the best ever IMO:

It's that time of year again!!!

Not necessarily referring to literally "rating" things, but just things that make you think "Hell yeah, I rate that!"

Kicking it off: I rate Tit Monday

Tit Monday:

This put it best. I didn't write it, for those who thought I did but i'll claim it if you want me to:

"Ah, Tit Monday. It's not that far off now...

That glorious day when, heading into work on the bus, or sitting on the train, you find yourself suddenly chirpier than you have been in months. You find yourself smiling at strangers again. There is a mild involuntary tumescence in your trousers that comes and goes throughout the morning with the comforting regularity of a heartbeat.

And then you get a text around lunchtime from a mate which says: "At last, Tit Monday!" And you instantly understand why you are so happy. For Tit Monday is that special day in the year when, for the first time, the temperature rises above that magical point which causes girls getting dressed in the morning to decide to show a bit of skin.

After months of dull colours and chunky knit, the world's birds suddenly dive into last summer's wardrobe (they've not had chance to buy this season's stuff) and chuck it on without a thought. Your urban landscape is suddenly lightened with acres of naked arm and leg and, after many dark months of burrowing, breasts rising to the surface like moles at dusk.

Big breasts in white work shirts straining at the buttons. Small breasts braless in vest tops, the nipples frotted by ribby fabrics. Breasts in summer dresses bouncing in the distance so that they catch your eye before you even notice there is someone wearing them. Breasts nudging out from the crowd at traffic islands, quivering to cross the road...

And you know it is nearly summer. For previous generations, the arrival of spring was heralded by the sound of the first cuckoo. For us, it is Tit Monday.

Not that it always falls on a Monday. Like Easter, Tit Monday is a moveable feast.

And then, of course, there is Tit Monday Night. You see, in early summer, temperatures drop off very dramatically when night falls. But the dollies are not prepared. Slightly stunned by the morning heat, they drag out the summer clothes but forget to bring a cardie (a mistake they will not make again until next year), so that when they're all standing outside the pub after work celebrating the arrival of spring, their barely covered nipples have no protection from the cold. It's like a Bring-and-Buy sale where everyone has brought hat pegs. It's like a prog-rock gig where, instead of lighters, everyone is holding up nipples.

So when will Tit Monday fall this year? Will you be the first to text your mates with the announcement? Do not shoot your bolt too early. There will be false starts. You will smell fresh cut grass and see a couple of early starters and feel compelled to declare Tit Monday. But your more level-headed friends will tell you to hold your horses, keep your powder dry, don't fire until you see the whites of their bra straps.

As the poet said: one bold Northern slapper in a bikini doth not a summer make."

[Media Park]

To quote a great post. Probably the best ever IMO:

It's that time of year again!!!

Not necessarily referring to literally "rating" things, but just things that make you think "Hell yeah, I rate that!"

Kicking it off: I rate Tit Monday

Tit Monday:

This put it best. I didn't write it, for those who thought I did but i'll claim it if you want me to:

"Ah, Tit Monday. It's not that far off now...

That glorious day when, heading into work on the bus, or sitting on the train, you find yourself suddenly chirpier than you have been in months. You find yourself smiling at strangers again. There is a mild involuntary tumescence in your trousers that comes and goes throughout the morning with the comforting regularity of a heartbeat.

And then you get a text around lunchtime from a mate which says: "At last, Tit Monday!" And you instantly understand why you are so happy. For Tit Monday is that special day in the year when, for the first time, the temperature rises above that magical point which causes girls getting dressed in the morning to decide to show a bit of skin.

After months of dull colours and chunky knit, the world's birds suddenly dive into last summer's wardrobe (they've not had chance to buy this season's stuff) and chuck it on without a thought. Your urban landscape is suddenly lightened with acres of naked arm and leg and, after many dark months of burrowing, breasts rising to the surface like moles at dusk.

Big breasts in white work shirts straining at the buttons. Small breasts braless in vest tops, the nipples frotted by ribby fabrics. Breasts in summer dresses bouncing in the distance so that they catch your eye before you even notice there is someone wearing them. Breasts nudging out from the crowd at traffic islands, quivering to cross the road...

And you know it is nearly summer. For previous generations, the arrival of spring was heralded by the sound of the first cuckoo. For us, it is Tit Monday.

Not that it always falls on a Monday. Like Easter, Tit Monday is a moveable feast.

And then, of course, there is Tit Monday Night. You see, in early summer, temperatures drop off very dramatically when night falls. But the dollies are not prepared. Slightly stunned by the morning heat, they drag out the summer clothes but forget to bring a cardie (a mistake they will not make again until next year), so that when they're all standing outside the pub after work celebrating the arrival of spring, their barely covered nipples have no protection from the cold. It's like a Bring-and-Buy sale where everyone has brought hat pegs. It's like a prog-rock gig where, instead of lighters, everyone is holding up nipples.

So when will Tit Monday fall this year? Will you be the first to text your mates with the announcement? Do not shoot your bolt too early. There will be false starts. You will smell fresh cut grass and see a couple of early starters and feel compelled to declare Tit Monday. But your more level-headed friends will tell you to hold your horses, keep your powder dry, don't fire until you see the whites of their bra straps.

As the poet said: one bold Northern slapper in a bikini doth not a summer make."

This is why we need silicone skyline back!

[Q.]

This is why we need silicone skyline back!

Nah, he was a wanker

[Choccies]

you scored 1000 runs? off how many balls?

p.s gettin into a GF (and hopefully not gettin dropped for it)

My team making the grand final. Hope I don't have to drop anyone........

[Media Park]

Media Park rates* the bloke on X Factor who just came out of the closet in national TV...

Don't rate his attractiveness, just the balls it would have taken...

[fisho mcspaz]

Media Park rates* the bloke on X Factor who just came out of the closet in national TV...

Don't rate his attractiveness, just the balls it would have taken...

It wasn't Guy Sebastian, was it?

[Media Park]

Just some random contestant... My cousin posted on Facebook that it was extremely moving, so I watched it (she's interstate so I got advance notice), and it was pretty good viewing...

Guy Sebastian fits all of the stereotypes though...