Things that you rate!

[Corona Man]

Regardless of the weather outlook I rate having a golf day tomorrow!

@bennymacca @Dissident

Keeen.

Until I shank it onto the road on the first

We'll start up the back, so you might shank the first into the scrub.

Even so, I wouldn't discount the road just yet.

[Booney]

Regardless of the weather outlook I rate having a golf day tomorrow!
@bennymacca @Dissident

I'll be in shorts, too
Though I may go and buy a spray jacket.

Good idea, if the golfs crap you may cop a spray!

That will be from Booney delivering a spray with a mouthful of grog...

[bennymacca]

Regardless of the weather outlook I rate having a golf day tomorrow!

@bennymacca @Dissident

Keeen.

Until I shank it onto the road on the first

We'll start up the back, so you might shank the first into the scrub.

Even so, I wouldn't discount the road just yet.

at my best i shoot high 80s or low 90s

but given i havent played in a while i doubt i will be anywhere close to that

[Booney]

The collective noun for SA Footy golfers tomorrow will be "Ordinary"

[Corona Man]

The collective noun for SA Footy golfers tomorrow will be "Ordinary"

Not Pistnordinary?

[bennymacca]

The collective noun for SA Footy golfers tomorrow will be "Ordinary"

Not Pistnordinary?

Pistordinary and wet

[Booney]

Unbelievable.

I grew up in Brooklyn Park, like all kids in the 80s our street was full of cricket matches in summer and footy in the winter. Our house was about 6 houses from the school so my place was a good one for straight after school shenanigans.

Across the road was Mrs McNamara and her son, Brendan. Brendan had several disabilities, most of the kids in the area were a bit freaked out by him but not me or my brother, so, most Saturdays I would pop in there for half an hour or so and Mrs Mac would bring out some Yo-Yo's or Scotch fingers and some Woodies Lemonade. Brendan had pretty major speech disorders so smiles and frowns would be his communication. He loved his races, if I wasn't at cricket or footy in the afternoon I'd sit there and cheer on his nags in the 5th at Cheltenham.

Mum and Dad brought the house in '64, after they split we sold up and moved out in '92. When we left he was still there, Mrs Mac was well old and I never really knew what became of him.

Bugger me I do some research and find his number, he's still alive ( 68 ), still lives in the same house and has a carer with him from 12-4 every day. I'd left a message about a month ago and a lady called me back today. I'm going to pop in and see him on Monday afternoon.

I spoke with him earlier today, I could hear in his sounds that he knew who he was walking to, little *Boon* from across the road. His carer spoke to me after I chatted to him, she said he was in tears. I am now. Can't believe it. Haven't seen him in probably 25 years.

[bennymacca]

great stuff booney. sounds like you both meant a lot to each other back in the day

[Booney]

great stuff booney. sounds like you both meant a lot to each other back in the day

We did mate, I can't wait to go and see him.

[Corona Man]

Good work Boon. Acts like this bring good karma.

[daysofourlives]

Good work Boon. Acts like this bring good karma.

And yet he's playing golf with Bennymacca

[Corona Man]

Good work Boon. Acts like this bring good karma.

And yet he's playing golf with Bennymacca

Which can only bring more good karma.

[bennymacca]

Which can only bring more good karma.

well played

[Failed Creation]

Daydream Pools & Spas do some quality work too; I've been lucky enough to see some of their pools up close.

You mean you fell in

I'd be ****** if that was the case; I can't swim.

[MW]

Unbelievable.

I grew up in Brooklyn Park, like all kids in the 80s our street was full of cricket matches in summer and footy in the winter. Our house was about 6 houses from the school so my place was a good one for straight after school shenanigans.

Across the road was Mrs McNamara and her son, Brendan. Brendan had several disabilities, most of the kids in the area were a bit freaked out by him but not me or my brother, so, most Saturdays I would pop in there for half an hour or so and Mrs Mac would bring out some Yo-Yo's or Scotch fingers and some Woodies Lemonade. Brendan had pretty major speech disorders so smiles and frowns would be his communication. He loved his races, if I wasn't at cricket or footy in the afternoon I'd sit there and cheer on his nags in the 5th at Cheltenham.

Mum and Dad brought the house in '64, after they split we sold up and moved out in '92. When we left he was still there, Mrs Mac was well old and I never really knew what became of him.

Bugger me I do some research and find his number, he's still alive ( 68 ), still lives in the same house and has a carer with him from 12-4 every day. I'd left a message about a month ago and a lady called me back today. I'm going to pop in and see him on Monday afternoon.

I spoke with him earlier today, I could hear in his sounds that he knew who he was walking to, little *Boon* from across the road. His carer spoke to me after I chatted to him, she said he was in tears. I am now. Can't believe it. Haven't seen him in probably 25 years.

Stories like this might make me think you're a good bloke Booney
Seriously though well done

[Brodlach]

Unbelievable.

I grew up in Brooklyn Park, like all kids in the 80s our street was full of cricket matches in summer and footy in the winter. Our house was about 6 houses from the school so my place was a good one for straight after school shenanigans.

Across the road was Mrs McNamara and her son, Brendan. Brendan had several disabilities, most of the kids in the area were a bit freaked out by him but not me or my brother, so, most Saturdays I would pop in there for half an hour or so and Mrs Mac would bring out some Yo-Yo's or Scotch fingers and some Woodies Lemonade. Brendan had pretty major speech disorders so smiles and frowns would be his communication. He loved his races, if I wasn't at cricket or footy in the afternoon I'd sit there and cheer on his nags in the 5th at Cheltenham.

Mum and Dad brought the house in '64, after they split we sold up and moved out in '92. When we left he was still there, Mrs Mac was well old and I never really knew what became of him.

Bugger me I do some research and find his number, he's still alive ( 68 ), still lives in the same house and has a carer with him from 12-4 every day. I'd left a message about a month ago and a lady called me back today. I'm going to pop in and see him on Monday afternoon.

I spoke with him earlier today, I could hear in his sounds that he knew who he was walking to, little *Boon* from across the road. His carer spoke to me after I chatted to him, she said he was in tears. I am now. Can't believe it. Haven't seen him in probably 25 years.

Stories like this might make me think you're a good bloke Booney Then I remember you’re a Port supporter
Seriously though well done

EFA


Nice work Booney

[mighty_tiger_79]

When the 1st beer slides down so easily and beautifully you know its gonna be a good night

[Corona Man]

When the 1st beer slides down so easily and beautifully you know its gonna be a good night

Beers up, Footy on, life’s good!

[woodublieve12]

An unexpected individual who makes things a bit better. Random but good

[Spargo]

An unexpected individual who makes things a bit better. Random but good

Hope she follows North Melbourne.