Who From Bay 13 Would You Have A Beer With?

[the avoca drover]

Whoever pisses off Aristotle Pickett the most.

AP is a good bloke, he wouldn’t do anything like that.

 

[Chronz]

what's concerning about it?

Reading a yaoi inspired manga based on Dinsdale and JC meeting up at a Hawforn game.

 

[TheGoatBaron]

I’d have a beer with Chronz

We can tag Dim Sim with every drink

 

[jannissary]

Reading a yaoi inspired manga based on Dinsdale and JC meeting up at a Hawforn game.

 

[Chronz]

I’d have a beer with Chronz

We can tag Dim Sim with every drink

I'd be hoping for Dim Sim to rock up and start shouting us a few, we dessrve it.

 

[the avoca drover]

I'd be hoping for Dim Sim to rock up and start shouting us a few, we dessrve it.

As long as he brings some South Melbourne dim sims with him. At least make himself useful.

 

[V23]

AP is a good bloke, he wouldn’t do anything like that.

Would probably squib the fight like he’s squibbed the Bay

 

[Footy Is Good]

The Bay 13 Bar was never quiet, and tonight was no different. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the sour tang of spilled beer, and above the din of laughter and abuse, the footy blared on the old TV mounted in the corner.

At the bar, Saveloy Rockstar was already red-faced, barking Collingwood stats at v_23, who was just as eager to fire back. Their voices echoed louder than the game itself, and no one dared step between them—this was just how their nights went.

Nearby, Chronz leaned on the counter with a pint in hand, smirking at the argument while FISTO egged them on, shouting over the crowd. Electronic_Renaissance, ever the philosopher, tried to explain how it was all part of a bigger pattern—“Footy is art, lads, art!”—though no one seemed to hear her.

At a corner table, The Avoca Drover was holding court with James Colorado and TheGoatBaron, weaving tales from the paddock that grew taller with every sip. Pistol Night sat close by, polishing off his schooner with the kind of grin that said he was just waiting for someone to slip up so he could pounce.

By the pool table, Jannissary chalked a cue with military precision while Dinsdale looked on nervously, mumbling about the angle being wrong. Frggr and WA ROO lounged in the shadows, muttering cynical one-liners that got no laughs.

In the back booth, Stackedhunch and Aristotle Pickett debated politics like they were in parliament, while Springvale_Mackers tried to mediate with jokes that no one quite understood. Kabanna hovered nearby, part participant, part spectator, throwing in sly remarks when the moment called for it.

Toward the jukebox, Jazny and Plugger35 were deep in a loud, slurred argument over which song deserved the next spin. Elmer_Hauser , unsteady as ever, pissed his pants in the corner. sthmelb_dimmies has already piked it. And right at the edge of the room, Footy Is Good sat back in his chair, quiet but sharp-eyed, watching it all unfold with the patience of a man who knew when to strike with the perfect line.

It was chaos, sure. But it was their chaos. Bay 13 wasn’t just a bar—it was a world, and every poster in it had their part to play.

 

[TheGoatBaron]

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The Bay 13 Bar was never quiet, and tonight was no different. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the sour tang of spilled beer, and above the din of laughter and abuse, the footy blared on the old TV mounted in the corner.

At the bar, Footy Is Good was already red-faced, barking Collingwood stats at v_23, who was just as eager to fire back. Their voices echoed louder than the game itself, and no one dared step between them—this was just how their nights went.

Nearby, Chronz leaned on the counter with a pint in hand, smirking at the argument while Jazny egged them on, shouting over the crowd. Electronic_Renaissance, ever the philosopher, tried to explain how it was all part of a bigger pattern—“Footy is art, lads, art!”—though no one seemed to hear him.

At a corner table, The Avoca Drover was holding court with Saveloy Rockstar and TheGoatBaron, weaving tales from the paddock that grew taller with every sip. Pistol Night sat close by, polishing off his schooner with the kind of grin that said he was just waiting for someone to slip up so he could pounce.

By the pool table, Jannissary chalked a cue with military precision while Dinsdale looked on nervously, mumbling about the angle being wrong. Frggr lounged in the shadows, muttering cynical one-liners that got bigger laughs than he ever intended.

In the back booth, Stackedhunch and James Colorado debated politics like they were in parliament, while Springvale_Mackers tried to mediate with jokes that no one quite understood. Kabanna hovered nearby, part participant, part spectator, throwing in sly remarks when the moment called for it.

Toward the jukebox, Fisto and Wa Roo were deep in a loud, slurred argument over which song deserved the next spin. Elmer_Hauser, steady as ever, broke it up with a calm wave and another round of beers. And right at the edge of the room, Bont2Bruce sat back in his chair, quiet but sharp-eyed, watching it all unfold with the patience of a man who knew when to strike with the perfect line.

It was chaos, sure. But it was their chaos. Bay 13 wasn’t just a bar—it was a world, and every poster in it had their part to play.

Where does ole Dim Sim sit in this? Or has he been thrown out of the bar already?

 

[Electronic_Renaissance]

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The Bay 13 Bar was never quiet, and tonight was no different. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the sour tang of spilled beer, and above the din of laughter and abuse, the footy blared on the old TV mounted in the corner.

At the bar, Footy Is Good was already red-faced, barking Collingwood stats at v_23, who was just as eager to fire back. Their voices echoed louder than the game itself, and no one dared step between them—this was just how their nights went.

Nearby, Chronz leaned on the counter with a pint in hand, smirking at the argument while Jazny egged them on, shouting over the crowd. Electronic_Renaissance, ever the philosopher, tried to explain how it was all part of a bigger pattern—“Footy is art, lads, art!”—though no one seemed to hear him.

At a corner table, The Avoca Drover was holding court with Saveloy Rockstar and TheGoatBaron, weaving tales from the paddock that grew taller with every sip. Pistol Night sat close by, polishing off his schooner with the kind of grin that said he was just waiting for someone to slip up so he could pounce.

By the pool table, Jannissary chalked a cue with military precision while Dinsdale looked on nervously, mumbling about the angle being wrong. Frggr lounged in the shadows, muttering cynical one-liners that got bigger laughs than he ever intended.

In the back booth, Stackedhunch and James Colorado debated politics like they were in parliament, while Springvale_Mackers tried to mediate with jokes that no one quite understood. Kabanna hovered nearby, part participant, part spectator, throwing in sly remarks when the moment called for it.

Toward the jukebox, Fisto and Wa Roo were deep in a loud, slurred argument over which song deserved the next spin. Elmer_Hauser, steady as ever, broke it up with a calm wave and another round of beers. And right at the edge of the room, Bont2Bruce sat back in his chair, quiet but sharp-eyed, watching it all unfold with the patience of a man who knew when to strike with the perfect line.

It was chaos, sure. But it was their chaos. Bay 13 wasn’t just a bar—it was a world, and every poster in it had their part to play.

True, “Footy is art, lads, art!:.

 

[TheGoatBaron]

 

[Footy Is Good]

Where does ole Dim Sim sit in this? Or has he been thrown out of the bar already?

I fixed it.

 

[TheGoatBaron]

Bay 13 should have its own team in the SFA. We may have the numbers for one

 

[Chronz]

Elmer_Hauser , unsteady as ever, pissed his pants in the corner.

Killing me over here.

 

[Bont2Bruce]

View attachment 2426931

The Bay 13 Bar was never quiet, and tonight was no different. The air was thick with cigarette smoke and the sour tang of spilled beer, and above the din of laughter and abuse, the footy blared on the old TV mounted in the corner.

At the bar, Saveloy Rockstar was already red-faced, barking Collingwood stats at v_23, who was just as eager to fire back. Their voices echoed louder than the game itself, and no one dared step between them—this was just how their nights went.

Nearby, Chronz leaned on the counter with a pint in hand, smirking at the argument while FISTO egged them on, shouting over the crowd. Electronic_Renaissance, ever the philosopher, tried to explain how it was all part of a bigger pattern—“Footy is art, lads, art!”—though no one seemed to hear her.

At a corner table, The Avoca Drover was holding court with James Colorado and TheGoatBaron, weaving tales from the paddock that grew taller with every sip. Pistol Night sat close by, polishing off his schooner with the kind of grin that said he was just waiting for someone to slip up so he could pounce.

By the pool table, Jannissary chalked a cue with military precision while Dinsdale looked on nervously, mumbling about the angle being wrong. Frggr and WA ROO lounged in the shadows, muttering cynical one-liners that got no laughs.

In the back booth, Stackedhunch and Aristotle Pickett debated politics like they were in parliament, while Springvale_Mackers tried to mediate with jokes that no one quite understood. Kabanna hovered nearby, part participant, part spectator, throwing in sly remarks when the moment called for it.

Toward the jukebox, Jazny and Plugger35 were deep in a loud, slurred argument over which song deserved the next spin. Elmer_Hauser , unsteady as ever, pissed his pants in the corner. sthmelb_dimmies has already piked it. And right at the edge of the room, Footy Is Good sat back in his chair, quiet but sharp-eyed, watching it all unfold with the patience of a man who knew when to strike with the perfect line.

It was chaos, sure. But it was their chaos. Bay 13 wasn’t just a bar—it was a world, and every poster in it had their part to play.

Which AI did you use to create this?

 

[Electronic_Renaissance]

I don't think I could do the Royal.

I just want to eat food.

 

[Footy Is Good]

Which AI did you use to create this?

just chatGPT

 

[Footy Is Good]

I don't think I could do the Royal.

I just want to eat food.

Let's have a barbie then.

 

[TheGoatBaron]

Kebabs or Souvlaki’s are always good

 

[Elmer_Hauser]

I don't think I could do the Royal.

I just want to eat food.

The Royal Hotel has a half time BBQ grill and pizzas to die for.

It's much better the Bogan Cricketers Arms and other local watering holes

 

[Plugger35]

Killing me over here.

That made me laugh too.

 

[Electronic_Renaissance]

Let's have a barbie then.

 

[Sarcoidevo]

Sorry fellas .... I got knocked back by the bouncers as my tight white singlet wasnt tight enough ..... maybe next week

 

[Pistol Night]

Sorry fellas .... I got knocked back by the bouncers as my tight white singlet wasnt tight enough ..... maybe next week

Put the campaigner in a hot dryer and get down here

 

[TheGoatBaron]

Potential Bay 13 SFA team

B: Electronic_Renaissance - WA ROO - V_23
HB: StackedHunch - the avoca drover - springvale_mackers
C: Chronz - zackah - Footy Is Good
HF Dinsdale - Plugger35 - jannissary
F: Elmer_Hauser - TheGoatBaron - Saveloy Rockstar
R: James Colorado - catscratchfever - frggr
I/C: FISTO - Kabanna - Mofra - Pistol Night
Em: Dim Sim

A sexy team of flogs that