Carlton, Senior Listed Player, 2009, Brad Fisher
Brad Fisher, unable to kick over a jar of jam, has spent years refining his carefully constructed public appearance so as to conceal violent thoughts, that he occasionally acts out in the carefully constructed privacy of his garage.
The Hair: this player, aware that premature ejaculation often accompanies premature baldness, is unaware that after you've done it a few times you get the hang of cutting it to make it appear that it's not really happening at all.
The Teeth: my dead uncle, having it off with his daughter, once told me that the teeth are a true indicator of a person's inclination towards having sex with his daughter, which is why he never let this player anywhere near the house.
The Skin: there are sausage-rolls that have been in the pie-warmer for weeks on end that have more life in them than this player's all-over body-organ, which makes it even more suspicious that he says those stains are tomato sauce.
Greg Chappell says: "One of my deepest regrets is that I never pursued my dream of becoming a school-teacher. When I look out the bedroom window and see the children going off to school, I think to myself: 'I wonder if I started masturbating would anyone see me?' It's too late now."
Awesome Food
he can mark alright....
he just cant kick, handpass or run.
Consumption Malfunction
Equal and Opposite
Arses and Elbows
Footy Power
Cheers, dude.