Cosmogramma
Team Captain
- Apr 12, 2015
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- Essendon
Woah.i prefer nickelback to carlton
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Woah.i prefer nickelback to carlton
i prefer nickelback to carlton
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Chad Kroeger probably wrote their god awful song.
didn't the ebola outbreak start after one of their wins last year?
wouldn't be surprised if thats what started it.
Nah, it started after a Nickelback concert.didn't the ebola outbreak start after one of their wins last year?
wouldn't be surprised if thats what started it.
I despise Nickelback. they're god awful. but preferring to watch an entire Carlton WINNING grand final over listening to 5 minutes of music???
you're crazy.
That's how much nickleback's tunes grate on my nerves.
Fleg, I am your mother. Give yourself to the Dark Side.This may get me banned but my story as to why I hate Carlton goes way back to 1982 - the year I was born.
Born to a crazy mother and an English father who arrived in Australia in the 1960s, when I was born I was pronounced as a *shudder* Carlton supporter by my mother. As I got older, I was taken to Carl vs Coll games in my Carlton clothes and my favourite toy was a Carlton Ruckle.
Then came my salvation. When I was 10 we moved house. Next door lived a 16 year old boy named Gary. On the other side was a football oval. Gary was awesome - loved footy, took a shine to me and always had time for a kick of the footy at the oval. Then one day, Gary gave me an old footy jumper to wear to my first junior football training session. It was an Essendon jumper. It was too big, torn on the bottom and the number 5 was wearing off but I fell in love with it. I went to training so proud. After training I went home and told everyone I was now a Bombers supporter. The next year, we beat them in the 1993 GF, and boy did I stick it to my mother that day. 6 years later, Sept 18 1999, on my nieces 1st birthday, was the worst day imaginable.
I hate Carlton because whenever Essendon win and I get excited, I am reminded of how I started life. I also hate them for ruining my niece's 1st birthday. Also I hate my mother but that is a whole other story.
So there you have it - I have laid myself bare to all my fellow Bombers. Hate me, despise me or pity me but just don't call me a Carlton supporter
Leti Shea? What the **** is that?
yeah they're f'kin shit, no doubt. although I'd take Nickelback over any of that 'smothered in auto-tune' Bruno Mars, Katy Perry, Rihanna, Maroon 5 pop SHITE.
This may get me banned but my story as to why I hate Carlton goes way back to 1982 - the year I was born.
Born to a crazy mother and an English father who arrived in Australia in the 1960s, when I was born I was pronounced as a *shudder* Carlton supporter by my mother. As I got older, I was taken to Carl vs Coll games in my Carlton clothes and my favourite toy was a Carlton Ruckle.
Then came my salvation. When I was 10 we moved house. Next door lived a 16 year old boy named Gary. On the other side was a football oval. Gary was awesome - loved footy, took a shine to me and always had time for a kick of the footy at the oval. Then one day, Gary gave me an old footy jumper to wear to my first junior football training session. It was an Essendon jumper. It was too big, torn on the bottom and the number 5 was wearing off but I fell in love with it. I went to training so proud. After training I went home and told everyone I was now a Bombers supporter. The next year, we beat them in the 1993 GF, and boy did I stick it to my mother that day. 6 years later, Sept 18 1999, on my nieces 1st birthday, was the worst day imaginable.
I hate Carlton because whenever Essendon win and I get excited, I am reminded of how I started life. I also hate them for ruining my niece's 1st birthday. Also I hate my mother but that is a whole other story.
So there you have it - I have laid myself bare to all my fellow Bombers. Hate me, despise me or pity me but just don't call me a Carlton supporter
That freakin lead singers voice drills into my scull like a 3 inch drill bit.
I'd rather be forced to watch an hours highlight tape of Earl Spaldings Carlton career than listen to god damned Nickleback.