Things that you rate!

[bennymacca]

Being 10 in front at work footy tips. Can't lose ;-)

How many total tips is that mate?

[Johno6]

10... no one else entered.

[BoundaryRider84]

Being 10 in front at work footy tips. Can't lose ;-)

How many total tips is that mate?

136

[bennymacca]

That's exactly what I'm on too haha. I wish I was in your comp

[BoundaryRider84]

That's exactly what I'm on too haha. I wish I was in your comp

How you going in yours?

[bennymacca]

3 off the lead in third spot. Guess the guys in my comp had a good year

[Sorry Dude]

Salad sandwiches!

[MatteeG]

Salad sandwiches!

You dont win friends with salad!

[Sorry Dude]

Salad sandwiches!

You dont win friends with salad!

With a protein of some sort (be it ham, chicken, pork etc).

[Booney]

Sofia Vergara. God damn....

[Pseudo]

[tipper]

i rate that a certain two threads that i will not name (for fear of reviving them...) havent been updated in over a week!!

hopefully we are finally rid of them (i wont be able to accidentally cick on them any more and accidentally increase their view count..... shudder)

[Footy Chick]

I think you may find that you've still got 3 months worth left yet...

We all just need to hope and pray that someone doesn't get any calenders for Christmas this year

[HH3]

Or someone could send him a decent one

[mighty_tiger_79]

Or someone could send him a decent one

yeah, one with very artistic pics that are pleasant to the eye

[Footy Chick]

Or someone could send him a decent one

Like this?



or




or even....

[mighty_tiger_79]

are they from your own collection?

[OnSong]

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."

[Footy Chick]

Who did write this? Is this the brain child of one of our very own?

[Failed Creation]

Who did write this? Is this the brain child of one of our very own?

If so, we should all thank him or her for this divine snippet of wisdom.