Well, it’s a more interesting question than the location thereof.
Hopefully the ending of this story is happier, too.
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LOL Why are you, team?
Probs a good question.
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O Razio, Razio, wherefore art thou Razio?
Deny thy Whoosha and refuse thy rest.
Or if thou wilt not, be but sworn my love
And I’ll no longer be a fark Carlton.
Tis but thy name that is my enemy:
Thou art thyself, though not a Fant-asia
It’s Fan-ta-se-ya!
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In: Mosquito, Mingma
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22 or not 22? That is the question.
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ftfy
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Out, out, damned Myers!
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“Et tu blitz? Then fall woosha”
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Sunday team = 5 ins 1 out.
Boring
Is this a dagger I see before me?
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I’m not sure I’m comfortable with the theming of this thread given Shakespeare was known for writing tragedies…
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Apply it to John’s coaching tenure and it’s fine
Now is the winter of our discontent
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[https://images.app.goo.gl/fYWpz7kJNWvU94oq5]
Slight misread of the thread title and the current state of the team brought this to mind.
And David Myer’s moustache
-Why dost thou laugh, it fits not the hour?
-I have no more tears to shed.
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Dane Rampe climbs up, the whistle does not blow.
Climbing without shaking never a free kick grow.
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What a piece of work is a footballer,
how noble in pre-season, how infinite in faculties,
in form and moving the ball in such precise and admirable,
skillfull actions, how like an angel, celebrating
in appreciation of a match-winning goal.
.
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Nice.
I mean it’s one thing to just replace words, but to do it so gracefully, to keep the original context while subverting it.
Very classy.
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Out: heffsgirl
Laters all I’m off to Europe.
For the love of everything sacred beat these fark Carlton ■■■■■.
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Richard III?
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