I live in Melbourne, Australia. I barrack for the greatest football team on Earth: Collingwood Magpies. The 2012 premiership's a cakewalk for the good old Collingwood.
First, thank you for your comment. It’s quite rare for me to receive commentary from a football notable such as yourself; normally, I have to content myself with Ron Barassi’s meditations on revolutionary syndicalism, Damian Monkhorst’s innumerable and increasingly tedious contributions on his pet subject (Marx, Freud, Lacan, and the hermeneutics of psychoanalysis) or, occasionally, Stephen Kernahan’s heart-breaking attempts to discover words that rhyme with ‘cat’.
Secondly, are you sure it’s advisable for someone with such a high profile as you have to be using the word ‘fuck’ like this?
Finally, I think you may have missed the *choke* *cough* *splutter* point.
Two Greek anarchists are making molotov cocktails. One says to the other: "So who will we throw these at then?" The other replies: "What are you, some kind of fucking intellectual?"
Your insightful analysis lacks one critical observation.
Collingwood are a bunch of rage quitting fuck nuts.
Dear Matthew,
First, thank you for your comment. It’s quite rare for me to receive commentary from a football notable such as yourself; normally, I have to content myself with Ron Barassi’s meditations on revolutionary syndicalism, Damian Monkhorst’s innumerable and increasingly tedious contributions on his pet subject (Marx, Freud, Lacan, and the hermeneutics of psychoanalysis) or, occasionally, Stephen Kernahan’s heart-breaking attempts to discover words that rhyme with ‘cat’.
Secondly, are you sure it’s advisable for someone with such a high profile as you have to be using the word ‘fuck’ like this?
Finally, I think you may have missed the *choke* *cough* *splutter* point.