- Banned
- #1
A norf fan walks into a bar.
The barman looks across at him and says, "What'll it be?"
"One beer, please," the pathetic norfie says. "I'm celebrating - norf are 7-0! Best team in the comp!"
The barman doesn't know much about football but he knows how to talk to lonely no-hopers long enough they keep buying beer. He racks his brain for the names of the teams he knows are really good.
"So, you've beaten Hawthorn then?" he says
norfies' face goes flat.
"No," he said. "Haven't played them."
The mood gets a little awkward, so the barman moves on.
"Oh, so you've beaten Sydney then?" he says.
"Not yet," says the norf fan, a little quietly. The barman is getting confused.
"Umm... have you beaten Geelong?" he asks. "What about West Coast, even over here?"
The norf fan looks down at the bar and shakes his head. The barman starts to wonder if he is being had on.
"So tell me mate," he finally asks. "Who have you beaten?"
Our norfie is quiet for a long time.
"Errr.." he finally says meekly. "The Bulldogs?"
The barman is silent. Slowly, he begins to s******, then chuckle, before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.
"Ha ha ha you pathetic norfie flog. Get out of my bar," he says, snatching the beer off the norf fan and tipping it on him.
"Get out of here and don't come back until you've beaten anyone good, you povo loser who should relocate to Tasmania with your club. Have a shower you hobo you stink. You are a disgrace. Lol norf. Lol norf lol norf."
The norfie slinks off out of the bar, soaked with beer and urine because all norfies piss their pants under pressure.
"The worst thing about this," he thinks. "Is that the barman is totally right."
"And all norf fans like me know it."
The end
The barman looks across at him and says, "What'll it be?"
"One beer, please," the pathetic norfie says. "I'm celebrating - norf are 7-0! Best team in the comp!"
The barman doesn't know much about football but he knows how to talk to lonely no-hopers long enough they keep buying beer. He racks his brain for the names of the teams he knows are really good.
"So, you've beaten Hawthorn then?" he says
norfies' face goes flat.
"No," he said. "Haven't played them."
The mood gets a little awkward, so the barman moves on.
"Oh, so you've beaten Sydney then?" he says.
"Not yet," says the norf fan, a little quietly. The barman is getting confused.
"Umm... have you beaten Geelong?" he asks. "What about West Coast, even over here?"
The norf fan looks down at the bar and shakes his head. The barman starts to wonder if he is being had on.
"So tell me mate," he finally asks. "Who have you beaten?"
Our norfie is quiet for a long time.
"Errr.." he finally says meekly. "The Bulldogs?"
The barman is silent. Slowly, he begins to s******, then chuckle, before bursting into uncontrollable laughter.
"Ha ha ha you pathetic norfie flog. Get out of my bar," he says, snatching the beer off the norf fan and tipping it on him.
"Get out of here and don't come back until you've beaten anyone good, you povo loser who should relocate to Tasmania with your club. Have a shower you hobo you stink. You are a disgrace. Lol norf. Lol norf lol norf."
The norfie slinks off out of the bar, soaked with beer and urine because all norfies piss their pants under pressure.
"The worst thing about this," he thinks. "Is that the barman is totally right."
"And all norf fans like me know it."
The end
