The best character at the local TAB is the owner who will put $100 in your account when you ring up and ask.Just have to pay it back in a couple of days.
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another is The Commuter.
it's a bloody shame they're dying out, because to The Commuter, the Australian coin is his best friend. he uses them every day. the bus, the TAB. probably the bottle shop too.
The Commuter will hop on the bus, known to all and sundry on their way to work or school or university, dropped off by the same post in town. who knows where he lives? almost definitely a shithole over the hill. undoubtedly a TAB within walking distance of him, he's a man of curated expectations, stuck in old habits, or – unlike a hanky in his pocket or set of numbers in his head – a whole bloody TAB five suburbs over is his lucky charm. it was there when Mr Barbagallo bolted, bolted, and kept bolting at $49.50 at Dapto. it was there that Hesamesshesahex got his kitty from 4 bucks to 400 in 2002.
You'll see the great man in his signature kit, whatever that may be, at predictable times... right on schedule...
Where he goes afterward is unknown. in fact, you really don't want to know. a bad day's some Oriental noodles and the ABC. a good day's a frozen McCains and a six pack of Ice Beer. back again tomorrow, jumping back on the bus, journeying his 45-to-an-hour to the TAB that just... feels right.
And tomorrow? he'll be crossing the road at the same juncture, leaning against the same bollard, getting on that same 119.
Has anyone who has worked at a TAB had a character who was absolutely red hot on a consistent basis - and if so did you follow them in?
Had one a few years back when there was a proper TAB in Ocean Grove. Used to come in and get winners constantly from the local trainers in the area.Has anyone who has worked at a TAB had a character who was absolutely red hot on a consistent basis - and if so did you follow them in?
There is a poster on the BF board who believes in the death race... When a connection of a horse dies and the horse runs in the next couple of days it always wins! i wont say the name of Iknowthedog i will let you work out who it is!
I remember when I was a young and handsome man, im not young anymore but Im still handsome...6 foot 2...nice slim body....anyway, I actually scored a number in the TAB and a bit of a pash with a flick of tongue.
I was in a TAB in a regional town in Queensland back before smartphones...circa 2006ish. Anyway on the weekends all the local lads would head in for a bit of a punt on the ponies on a Saturday afternoon and then migrate over to the local and a further punt on the doggies later on in the evening.
Im in there as I was...punting on the Ashes cricket match at the Gabba which was underway...the Punter had just hammered a huge ton and I was putting some inplayers on.
Anyway....I catch the eye of a bird in the TAB...our eyes meet and then we quickly look away. I think to myself, that could have been coincidence, so I will wait for more confirmation. Anyway, that is when I see her deadbeat bf slapping his thigh as he valiantly attempts, unsuccessfully i might add, to ride home some donkey at a suburban race track. It really was a horrible sight, some fugly 21 year old guy hammering his hairy, pimply thighs trying to get home a long shot.
Be that as it may, I am not perturbed. From experience, women cheat just as much as men, if not more. Anyway, while this peanut is putting on more bets I catch her eye again. She looks over her should at me, our eyes undeniably meet and i hold the gaze ever so slightly. She clearly likes what she sees. Anyway, a few more instances of eye contact and I know this is a goer.
Then all of a sudden the bf drags her away to the local across the street.
Later on in the night im at the local, the bf has pretty much drunk a brewery by now, and is in no condition to really notice his long suffering gf as the last at Albion Park files into the traps.
Once again, our eyes meet. We sneak off into a small section of the pub and make out for a few minutes, tongue flicking in and out while her bf is too busy downing pots.
It was a short session but the illicit nature of kissing a women with a bf really had me turned on.
Was a great day. Often wonder what happened to her 13 years on...
you ever seen the movie Indecent Proposal? or more importantly, had he?I remember when I was a young and handsome man, im not young anymore but Im still handsome...6 foot 2...nice slim body....anyway, I actually scored a number in the TAB and a bit of a pash with a flick of tongue.
I was in a TAB in a regional town in Queensland back before smartphones...circa 2006ish. Anyway on the weekends all the local lads would head in for a bit of a punt on the ponies on a Saturday afternoon and then migrate over to the local and a further punt on the doggies later on in the evening.
Im in there as I was...punting on the Ashes cricket match at the Gabba which was underway...the Punter had just hammered a huge ton and I was putting some inplayers on.
Anyway....I catch the eye of a bird in the TAB...our eyes meet and then we quickly look away. I think to myself, that could have been coincidence, so I will wait for more confirmation. Anyway, that is when I see her deadbeat bf slapping his thigh as he valiantly attempts, unsuccessfully i might add, to ride home some donkey at a suburban race track. It really was a horrible sight, some fugly 21 year old guy hammering his hairy, pimply thighs trying to get home a long shot.
Be that as it may, I am not perturbed. From experience, women cheat just as much as men, if not more. Anyway, while this peanut is putting on more bets I catch her eye again. She looks over her should at me, our eyes undeniably meet and i hold the gaze ever so slightly. She clearly likes what she sees. Anyway, a few more instances of eye contact and I know this is a goer.
Then all of a sudden the bf drags her away to the local across the street.
Later on in the night im at the local, the bf has pretty much drunk a brewery by now, and is in no condition to really notice his long suffering gf as the last at Albion Park files into the traps.
Once again, our eyes meet. We sneak off into a small section of the pub and make out for a few minutes, tongue flicking in and out while her bf is too busy downing pots.
It was a short session but the illicit nature of kissing a women with a bf really had me turned on.
Was a great day. Often wonder what happened to her 13 years on...
This person is way to common. Seen it in about 4 or 5 different pubtabs I attend.No humour in this one. but there's a character you can simply just refer to as a campaigner.
Stinks up the pub tab daily with his scaly skin and faux-hawk. sex pest to the bar girls and aggressive knobhead to anyone smaller than him. somehow has seemingly decent friends who will apologise on his behalf and give you a 2 dollar slip or get you a (cheap) beer depending on how unnecessary of a prick he's been. screams and yells and is pathetic enough to lie about how much he's lost. you kinda hope he'd just die.
No humour, as I said. just a campaigner of a human really.
No humour in this one. but there's a character you can simply just refer to as a campaigner.
Stinks up the pub tab daily with his scaly skin and faux-hawk. sex pest to the bar girls and aggressive knobhead to anyone smaller than him. somehow has seemingly decent friends who will apologise on his behalf and give you a 2 dollar slip or get you a (cheap) beer depending on how unnecessary of a prick he's been. screams and yells and is pathetic enough to lie about how much he's lost. you kinda hope he'd just die.
No humour, as I said. just a campaigner of a human really.
As an avid follower of the cricket betting thread I like where this thread is headingReminds me of this one time when I was at the local.
Im a tall guy so i get noticed. As i walk in I lock eyes with the barmaid.
I knew it was going to be on later that night.
And it was.
As an avid follower of the cricket betting thread I like where this thread is heading
Quality as usual matey,keep on keeping on .When I was younger I used to love watching couples hooking up in the local. It was my fetish....that and imagining myself sucking the beejeesus out of a hot women's peefectly formed big toe....with black nail polish and a light, sweaty odor...ever so slight it must be said.
Early 20s I was. I was a virgin and I loved watching.
I'd sip my beer and pretend not to notice as couples intertwined their tongues and swapped bacteria....but I used to love watching...staring...imagining myself exploring a hot bird's mouth with my tongue.....tasting the metallic of her fillings.....the rotten stench of a 2 week old tonsil stone....I didn't care.
I'm in my 30s now....i often wonder what happened to those women....
No doubt they dropped a couple of kids out....plastered all over fb....as if someone, somewhere cares.
Decent chance those same women will hit those same nightspots in their late 30s and early 40s....after failed marriages and broken dreams.
It is the circle of love.
Don't mind me lads.
Quality as usual matey,keep on keeping on .
Boys trip away we're at the club and watch this 130 yr old lady start to make her way to the counter for a bet. The EBT was down with some sort of reset but zero chance she was headed there anyway so all good.
Started her charge at around 12.05 and the first was at 12.20, would have been 30m to the counter. We'd finished our beer and necked another by the time she made it to the counter with a couple of minutes to spare. She decided to go for the coins in her purse required for the $2 place bet rather then telling the agent the bet first, rookie mistake. By the time she had the coins out they were moving in then she couldn't remember the number and had to double check her form guide but could see nothing without her specs, back to the handbag. One was playing up at the gates so she had an extra minute. By this time there are 5 blokes behind her as the EBT is still down and they're getting antzy. She gets sorted and tells the agent the number just as they jump, no cigar missed the jump. Absolutely blows up at the agent for missing the bet calling him a f---g useless pr--ck and starts the charge back to her seat. The blokes behind her are filthy but too scared to say anything as she was wild.
Anyway, $31 shot won the race so turns out she saved the boys some cash when they couldnt get on, all's well that ends well
Mystery shoppers are the scum of the universe. imagine taking time out of your day to be an intentional prick to people in a terrible industry to get a free wrap from Hungry Jacks. like I'm a loser. I bet 20 cents on the next dogs running, I lose everything, I drink far too much, girls don't like me and when they do I treat them like s**t. I've cheated on people and told dirty lies. I even said Tony Abbott wasn't that bad just for a kiss. but I'll never be a mystery shopper.Had a numpty woman like this, though not as old, so I just started serving the regulars across the other terminals while she was dicking around. Turns out she was a mystery shopper. Whoops hahaha.
Translation requiredMy mate goes to his car, comes back and Tarzan grips the campaigners bar stool when he went to place a bet.