… is a finals win in 2020.
And you?
… is a finals win in 2020.
And you?
Two front teeth
A happy bowel movement first up in the morning to make way for the eating/drinking carnage that will follow throughout the day.
A much underrated gift
Gil coming out and saying that after a decade of thumping Essendon at every opportunity, he will now be instructing the maggots to umpire our games fairly.
Is for Christmas to end.
A season of unexpected break out performances from role players, all talent in the list stepping up to the next level and a finals win, ideally a la Brisbane. Unexpected and generally positively received.
I know, I’ve got more chance of a fat bloke in red velvet, with the face of a drunken Newport bar fly, climbing down my non existent chimney.
Is never to hear that inane song by Mariah Carey. Ever again.
Rain & lots of it.
I second that.
I’m settling for nothing less than a Premiership.
Countable, mate.
Go the Reds!
SNOWIN and BLOWIN
To get laid by a beautiful woman.
Oh wait… no… ummm… a premiership. Yep, that’s the answer I was looking for.
Aye.
Chrappy hissmas to all
Is to be able to have this exact same conversation again with everyone here, next year.
About not winning a final? You’re a glutton for punishment LB.
Premiership.
Accept nothing less.
So who you supporting next year?