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Dunno, mate. didn’t swim with fishing gear, l stayed clear of sand sharks though!.
The Roar's AFL expert tips and predictions: Rounds 17
When it comes down to both the super-charged little Yoda-ish Mee-ows & the bigger black’n yellow Schwarzenegger cats, the battle of the bulges will sure buuuuulge to the max this round 17.
When these two have a good flex at each other at first, then they’ll both start to move mountains with a flick of their paws, they’ll pounce over tall buildings in fractious bounds, they’ll come like a scream of bullish full-steam catomotives on a head-on collision course with each other, they will even scorch the arena & leave a humongous hole as big as that rock did that killed the dinosaurs, with bits & pieces of themselves derails all over the place but without actually having both their main cores derailed.
The Mee-ows should barely crawl out of the wreckage in the end to emerge victorious, looking like scarred & ruffled alley-cats while the bow-headed Bengal maneaters should at least get to lick their numerous scratch wounds to fight another day.
Didn’t get to tip for myself the Saints-Eagles match in time beforehand.
The salty anchor droppers are draggin’ their anchor across the Nullarbor like it’s a feather while the Roos are as lame as if being hit with Ross river fever trying to jump over the other side of the black stump so they could barely catch & hitch a ride on the afore-mentioned anchor to the destination.
Well, heh heh, the marsupials will be too busy fartin’ & munchin’ on excess oval grass while the shipyard men’ll just stand there spitting out sherrins between the tooth-pick posts of which they’ll be using come final siren – to scrape off excess fish meat still stuck in their teeth, man!.
The pier men will return home to see their dock coffers fattened up while the losers known as the long-tailed giant hopping mouses – or what Sylvester the bugs bunny cat describes them – pretend to play “Oi-let’s-just-jump-back-home-in-a-single-bound” game.
Next up, well it’s obvious that the Zeuses from SA are fully powered up while the warplanes just doesn’t have any available bombs to load up for a dogfight this year anyway.
Come round 17, all the pilots will end up being zapped out of the sky by the almighty, man!.
Now for the Fe,fo,fi,fums, their fum fum callings will cause their tum tums to go numbly numbly before they crumble along with the beanstalk they were still coming down from, and having woken up from slammin’ into the ground to find the Demons pickin’ snots out of their big hairy noses.
It goes to shine as Satan’s arrow-tailed mob uses their tridents to cook said snots like marshmallows over the ovalfire in between goalkickings.
Well l reckon this one’ll be an upset cook-over by the two-horned lake-of-fire minions.
l’ll be having a couple of Carlton draught when its namesake gives the blues to those black yellow-beaked birds from Adelaide, the birds’ll forget how to ”caw’ in defeat, instead, they can only utter “Farrrrrk!!!!”
So l’ll swim the Sahara desert to see the reality across the Red Sea , the Arabian Gulf & the Indian ocean where it gets so damn wider, the gulf between a pack of fully hungry frothin’ mutts & a band of grounded broken-winged Hawks looks lopsidedly lopsider than the word lopsided itself.
For the birds of prey to try grasp the meaning of any attempt to even try wobble a sherrin around the centre square would be like as futile trying to run across the Yarra on foot in a water surface-running contest.
We all know that all birds of prey get bogged & trapped on the surface of water bodies & stuck like they’re stuck in deep mud.
But look!, the dogs are on the riverbank wagging their tails, they’re a’wanting to jump in to fetch, no, not the birds – the sherrin!, man, dogs are good swimmers & they’ll be having a field day basketballin’ around their opponents as easy as a bone, man!.
Those long-necked white birds are looking like ballerinas flappin’& trumpetin’ about doin’ the swan lake rehearsals, but when the lions come to town the birds bury their heads in the sa…err…lake water.
So yep, the pride can fatten up this week.
Lastly, after that beer l mentioned before, l can safely take a good long loud round thumpin’ burp to round out the typewriter before l’ll tell you the black & white songbirds sinks the Sun down into the horizon this week.
Wanna hear a long story? here goes. The Magpies will sink the Suns. The end.
The Roar's AFL expert tips and predictions: Rounds 17
Reckon all umpires should wear their tops, shorts & socks completely in mild glittery silver – the type with mild sparkling, with the added benefit of being easily distinguishable.
The Roar's AFL expert tips and predictions: Rounds 17
Reckon all umpires should wear mild all-glittery silver t-shirt, short & socks.
The Roar's AFL expert tips and predictions: Rounds 17
>>>For the second week in a row l didn’t put in a tip for the first match of round 18. Oh well. It would’ve been an easy peasy one to pick obviously. l would’ve thought WC would win by choc-a-blocks of goals, but it was a narrow win instead.<>
Now the Giant fe-fo-fi-fums are still in “moonboots” after falling from high off the beanstalk they were coming down from last week. Any left-overs or call-ups this week might not make a diff to crank the team on. The Saints should have shinier halos powered with the equivalent of BP unleaded Ultimate boost!.<>
The skeleton crews still flying the Bomber plane still has no bombs to fill its empty cargo hold, man!. The Demons look like they’ll be picking apart with spanners & use the bolts that hold the warplane together to hold the goalposts in place instead, man!.<>
The black caw-caws will be busy looking around the ground for dead organic matter & not the sherrin while the big jungle cats clean up their year with another pouncing.<<<…..???
The big maned savannah cats will hunt down those men who are still moping around with self-induced loser shade of blues.<>
That big yellow fireball in the sky will look too weak this week, but will give enough heat to fuel the goal-power of what is a dead autumn-colored team of which may have its redemption on the final home & away fixture.<>
Now the house cats can safely shoo those swans away & kick goals this time.<>
What’s barking up the right tree? Dogs limiting the scared wharfies up that tree away from goalposts, man!. The anchor wasn’t dropped properly because it’s stuck between forked branches, man!.<>
Lightning bolts will zap the feathers off those birds, man!.<<<
The Roar's AFL expert tips and predictions: Round 18