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Knob jockey now that is a little harsh, personal insults demean you more then me. Surely you can do better than this:thumbsd:

Obviously if Kerr was suspended he wouldn't be playing but given that this is outside the bounds of normal football regulations he is playing but he is not suspended in this realm so can play. :D

I said no suspended players would play he is not suspended from this match so is playing, do you see my logic, let me know if you want me to slow down. I therefore declare me as right and you wrong.:D

thank you thank you thank you

At least you had the bottle to return and offer yourself up for sacrifice.
 
Knob jockey now that is a little harsh, personal insults demean you more then me. Surely you can do better than this:thumbsd:

Obviously if Kerr was suspended he wouldn't be playing but given that this is outside the bounds of normal football regulations he is playing but he is not suspended in this realm so can play. :D

I said no suspended players would play he is not suspended from this match so is playing, do you see my logic, let me know if you want me to slow down. I therefore declare me as right and you wrong.:D

thank you thank you thank you

logic...

you possess none...

Your claim was that no suspended players were going to play in this match... you continued to harp on even this claim even after the article clearly stating that suspensions would be "void" in relation to this match was placed in front you to review... ie: suspended players could play but being a simple "bye" for most it would not count as a week hence reduce matches (ie: mcphee will miss the next essendon game in 7-9 days)

You idiotically then clarified your claim with the below quote...

Now read this slowly and let it sink in

He (kerr) or any other suspended player wont be picked in the final teams

Hence implying some Terry Wallace like "spin" and suggesting that despite the normal home and away suspension, suspended players would not be selected in the final team

Not only was Kerr selected, he actively participated in the match!

So please entertain us with some more spin... please I implore you to try and manipulate that quote of yours into some sort of point that smacks of a serious lack of intelligence!
 
It could be a little difficult to dig myself out of this one ok i admit i was wrong even though the footy gods intervened and fixed kerr up for me but stokes managed to play as well.

Anyway my initial post of 5 words saying that "no suspended players would play" was based on Neil Daniher on 3AW saying that they wouldn't be playing any suspended players.

You happily pointed out i was wrong and directed a barage of insults at me so for my own amusement I thought it would be fun to stick to my line, and it was.

I used to think that you were gibbering idiots. Now I have a much lower opinion of you all
 

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In the land of the witless, the half-wit is king

Fairly apt I believe.

But the children knew this was a lie for they could smell the ganja,
the tiger smelled as if he had been soaking in it from birth.
Little Auburn Emily pulled out her sharpened toothbrush and demanded
“The ganja or your hide! You’re not the boss of me!”
That tiger somehow seemed to know how to think like a tiger,
like a paranoid tiger stoned out of his whiskers. Instead of gobbling up
the little children, he ran, round and round a tree,
faster and faster until he was whirling round so fast his legs
could not be seen, it was more that just a blur, he was melting,
melting away until there was nothing left
except a great pool of melted butter.
 
Fairly apt I believe.

But the children knew this was a lie for they could smell the ganja,
the tiger smelled as if he had been soaking in it from birth.
Little Auburn Emily pulled out her sharpened toothbrush and demanded
“The ganja or your hide! You’re not the boss of me!”
That tiger somehow seemed to know how to think like a tiger,
like a paranoid tiger stoned out of his whiskers. Instead of gobbling up
the little children, he ran, round and round a tree,
faster and faster until he was whirling round so fast his legs
could not be seen, it was more that just a blur, he was melting,
melting away until there was nothing left
except a great pool of melted butter.

Mmm, TigerButter.................
 
And the Tigers were very, very angry, but still they would not let go of each other's tails.
..........
And they were so angry, that they ran round the tree, trying to eat each other up, and they ran faster and faster, till they were whirling round so fast that you couldn't see their legs at all.
And they still ran faster and faster and faster, till they all just melted away, and there was nothing left but a great big pool of melted butter (or "ghi," as it is called in India) round the foot of the tree.

It sounds a lot like Little Black Sambo
 

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Fairly apt I believe.

But the children knew this was a lie for they could smell the ganja,
the tiger smelled as if he had been soaking in it from birth.
Little Auburn Emily pulled out her sharpened toothbrush and demanded
“The ganja or your hide! You’re not the boss of me!”
That tiger somehow seemed to know how to think like a tiger,
like a paranoid tiger stoned out of his whiskers. Instead of gobbling up
the little children, he ran, round and round a tree,
faster and faster until he was whirling round so fast his legs
could not be seen, it was more that just a blur, he was melting,
melting away until there was nothing left
except a great pool of melted butter.

“Can we smoke that?” inquired Little Speckled Sarah.
“I don’t think so, but I bet we could cook with it.” said Little Freckled Furman.
So the children scooped up the butter in their sneakers
and found their way home after torturing a turtle for directions.

When the mothers saw the melted butter, they were pleased!
“Now we’ll all have pancakes for supper!” and the whole family
sat around a huge big plate of most lovely
pancakes, yellow and brown as little tigers. The mothers each ate
twenty-seven pancakes, the fathers came over and each ate fifty-five
and the children each ate a hundred and sixty-nine
because they were so hungry.
 
“Can we smoke that?” inquired Little Speckled Sarah.
“I don’t think so, but I bet we could cook with it.” said Little Freckled Furman.
So the children scooped up the butter in their sneakers
and found their way home after torturing a turtle for directions.

When the mothers saw the melted butter, they were pleased!
“Now we’ll all have pancakes for supper!” and the whole family
sat around a huge big plate of most lovely
pancakes, yellow and brown as little tigers. The mothers each ate
twenty-seven pancakes, the fathers came over and each ate fifty-five
and the children each ate a hundred and sixty-nine
because they were so hungry.

Who in the hell can eat 169 pancakes. (possibly HBF)
 

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