Boob_Radley
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I was just listening to the Road to the Draft with Cal Twomey, who has felt pretty close to the mark in the past few years.
He said it's looking increasingly likely that Naish will drop past our first three picks and we won't have to match. He mentioned Bulldogs as the only ones who might look at nominating him.
He also said he is sick of people saying Naish is not a good kick because he is 'a very good kick'.
As good at Nat Edwards is at her job, I'd like either the AFL or the club to employ the young woman from the Trivago ad because her voice makes me tumescent. Although they've changed her persona a bit to be more outgoing; I preferred when she spoke calmly, reminded me of when I would get in trouble at kindergarten for tugging as I went down the slide in the playground. The teacher would take me aside and say, 'now Boob, we've been through this before: you know you can't touch yourself down there when you're in the yard' and I would be slightly embarrassed but feel quite tranquil, unjudged. Then I'd run out into the yard with my pants down waggling my dick around yelling 'WHERE ARE THE FISHING RODS CAMPAIGNERS BECAUSE IVE GOT LIVE BAIT!'
He said it's looking increasingly likely that Naish will drop past our first three picks and we won't have to match. He mentioned Bulldogs as the only ones who might look at nominating him.
He also said he is sick of people saying Naish is not a good kick because he is 'a very good kick'.
As good at Nat Edwards is at her job, I'd like either the AFL or the club to employ the young woman from the Trivago ad because her voice makes me tumescent. Although they've changed her persona a bit to be more outgoing; I preferred when she spoke calmly, reminded me of when I would get in trouble at kindergarten for tugging as I went down the slide in the playground. The teacher would take me aside and say, 'now Boob, we've been through this before: you know you can't touch yourself down there when you're in the yard' and I would be slightly embarrassed but feel quite tranquil, unjudged. Then I'd run out into the yard with my pants down waggling my dick around yelling 'WHERE ARE THE FISHING RODS CAMPAIGNERS BECAUSE IVE GOT LIVE BAIT!'



