Today is the culmination of the event
which changed our lives forever, in July 2007.
Today is the day of reckoning, your D-Day.
Today is the day you pay!
You still don't know who I am,
Or what you have set your self up for,
Suffice to say, your only saving grace
Will be the legal system.
If you are lucky, you will be found guilty
If you are lucky, you will go to jail,
In a strange turn of events, failure to
Be incarcerated will more probably be your death.
I see "my" child, I feel her pain
She shouldn't be there, doing this
But she's the brave one here, the victor
For what she has to say will ensure,
That that justice is done.
You do not know my anger, You really don't
For this sin you will pay the ultimate price.
My family expect it, and the ethos of Omerta does too
Your time is up, you evil scum - You Do Not Know My Anger!
LIU - Look It Up!
Friday, October 17, 2008
Cause it's Friday - I just have to post this one
This is a genuine e-mail forwarded to the Cornwall police by an angry member of the public, brilliantly written a bit lengthy but worth the read. It certainly emphasizes, that the same frustrations exist the world over. Enjoy a safe week-end.
Dear Sir/madam/automated telephone answering service,
Having spent the past twenty minutes waiting for someone at Bodmin police station to pick up a telephone I have decided to abandon the idea and try e-mailing you instead.
Perhaps you would be so kind as to pass this message on to your colleagues in Bodmin, by means of smoke signal, carrier pigeon or Ouija board.
As I'm writing this e-mail there are eleven failed medical experiments (I think you call them youths) in St Mary’s Crescent, which is just off St Mary’s Road in Bodmin.
Six of them seem happy enough to play a game which involves kicking a football against an iron gate with the force of a meteorite. This causes an earth shattering CLANG! Which rings throughout the entire building. This game is now in its third week and as I am unsure how the scoring system works, I have no idea if it will end any time soon.
The remaining five walking abortions are happily rummaging through several bags of rubbish and items of furniture that someone has so thoughtfully dumped beside the wheelie bins. One of them has found a saw and is setting about a discarded chair like a beaver on speed.
I fear that it's only a matter of time before they turn their limited attention to the bottle of calor gas that is lying on its side between the two bins. If they could be relied on to only blow their own arms and legs off then I would happily leave them to it. I would even go so far as to lend them the matches. Unfortunately they are far more likely to blow up half the street with them and I've just finished decorating the kitchen.
What I suggest is this - after replying to this e-mail with worthless assurances that the matter is being looked into and will be dealt with, why not leave it until the one night of the year (probably bath night) when there are no mutants around then drive up the street in a panda car before doing a three point turn and disappearing again. This will of course serve no other purpose than to remind us what policemen actually look like.
I trust that when I take a claw hammer to the skull of one of these throwbacks you'll do me the same courtesy of giving me a four month head start before coming to arrest me.
I remain sir, your obedient servant
???????
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Mr ??????,
I have read your e-mail and understand you frustration at the problems caused by youth playing in the area and the problems you have encountered in trying to contact the police.
As the Community Beat Officer for your street I would like to extend an offer of discussing the matter fully with you. Should you wish to discuss the matter, please provide contact details (address / telephone number) and when may be suitable.
Regards
PC ?
Community Beat Officer
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Dear PC ?
First of all I would like to thank you for the speedy response to my original e-mail. 16 hours and 38 minutes must be a personal record for Bodmin Police station, and rest assured that I will forward these details to Norris McWhirter for inclusion in his next book.
Secondly I was delighted to hear that our street has its own community beat officer. May I be the first to congratulate you on your covert skills? In the five or so years I have lived in St Mary’s Crescent, I have never seen you. Do you hide up a tree or have you gone deep undercover and infiltrated the gang itself? Are you the one with the acne and the moustache on his forehead or the one with a chin like a wash hand basin? It's surely only a matter of time before you are headhunted by MI5.
Whilst I realise that there may be far more serious crimes taking place in Bodmin, such as smoking in a public place or being Muslim without due care and attention, is it too much to ask for a policeman to explain (using words of no more than two syllables at a time) to these twats that they might want to play their strange football game elsewhere. The pitch on Fairpark Road or the one at Priory Park are both within spitting distance as is the bottom of the Par Dock.
Should you wish to discuss these matters further you should feel free to contact me on xxxxx. If after 25 minutes I have still failed to answer, I'll buy you a large one in the Cat and Fiddle Pub.
Regards
P.S If you think that this is sarcasm, think yourself lucky that you don't work for the cleansing department, with whom I am also in contact!!
Salagatle!
Dear Sir/madam/automated telephone answering service,
Having spent the past twenty minutes waiting for someone at Bodmin police station to pick up a telephone I have decided to abandon the idea and try e-mailing you instead.
Perhaps you would be so kind as to pass this message on to your colleagues in Bodmin, by means of smoke signal, carrier pigeon or Ouija board.
As I'm writing this e-mail there are eleven failed medical experiments (I think you call them youths) in St Mary’s Crescent, which is just off St Mary’s Road in Bodmin.
Six of them seem happy enough to play a game which involves kicking a football against an iron gate with the force of a meteorite. This causes an earth shattering CLANG! Which rings throughout the entire building. This game is now in its third week and as I am unsure how the scoring system works, I have no idea if it will end any time soon.
The remaining five walking abortions are happily rummaging through several bags of rubbish and items of furniture that someone has so thoughtfully dumped beside the wheelie bins. One of them has found a saw and is setting about a discarded chair like a beaver on speed.
I fear that it's only a matter of time before they turn their limited attention to the bottle of calor gas that is lying on its side between the two bins. If they could be relied on to only blow their own arms and legs off then I would happily leave them to it. I would even go so far as to lend them the matches. Unfortunately they are far more likely to blow up half the street with them and I've just finished decorating the kitchen.
What I suggest is this - after replying to this e-mail with worthless assurances that the matter is being looked into and will be dealt with, why not leave it until the one night of the year (probably bath night) when there are no mutants around then drive up the street in a panda car before doing a three point turn and disappearing again. This will of course serve no other purpose than to remind us what policemen actually look like.
I trust that when I take a claw hammer to the skull of one of these throwbacks you'll do me the same courtesy of giving me a four month head start before coming to arrest me.
I remain sir, your obedient servant
???????
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Mr ??????,
I have read your e-mail and understand you frustration at the problems caused by youth playing in the area and the problems you have encountered in trying to contact the police.
As the Community Beat Officer for your street I would like to extend an offer of discussing the matter fully with you. Should you wish to discuss the matter, please provide contact details (address / telephone number) and when may be suitable.
Regards
PC ?
Community Beat Officer
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Dear PC ?
First of all I would like to thank you for the speedy response to my original e-mail. 16 hours and 38 minutes must be a personal record for Bodmin Police station, and rest assured that I will forward these details to Norris McWhirter for inclusion in his next book.
Secondly I was delighted to hear that our street has its own community beat officer. May I be the first to congratulate you on your covert skills? In the five or so years I have lived in St Mary’s Crescent, I have never seen you. Do you hide up a tree or have you gone deep undercover and infiltrated the gang itself? Are you the one with the acne and the moustache on his forehead or the one with a chin like a wash hand basin? It's surely only a matter of time before you are headhunted by MI5.
Whilst I realise that there may be far more serious crimes taking place in Bodmin, such as smoking in a public place or being Muslim without due care and attention, is it too much to ask for a policeman to explain (using words of no more than two syllables at a time) to these twats that they might want to play their strange football game elsewhere. The pitch on Fairpark Road or the one at Priory Park are both within spitting distance as is the bottom of the Par Dock.
Should you wish to discuss these matters further you should feel free to contact me on xxxxx. If after 25 minutes I have still failed to answer, I'll buy you a large one in the Cat and Fiddle Pub.
Regards
P.S If you think that this is sarcasm, think yourself lucky that you don't work for the cleansing department, with whom I am also in contact!!
Salagatle!
My poker night
Most of you regulars will know that I have a passion for poker, and have seen some of my posts on the subject. Well, I'm also registered with about 40 poker sites on Facebook, as well as at most of the casino's, and small private games around town. Don't really play any of the private games, as the stakes are usually high, and my cash flow is suspect at best. Also, with the advent of Hold 'Em Poker, and the massive growth in players, there are a lot of donkeys out there with more money than brains, making it more difficult to play / find a descent game.
Anyway, for some time the local casino has been hosting tournaments, and cheaper satellite games in which you can win a seat to the big take tourneys. I get all the sms invites, but don't bother to go. Last night I decided I wanted to go.
Go to acehighpoker to see details if you care to.
ZAR 550 buy in, ZAR300 rebuys for 90 minutes (that's a long time to have to put up with donkeys) and then a ZAR500 top up, and the game goes into freeze out, i.e. no more rebuys. when u r out, u r out! Now that's my game. At this point all the "all in " rebuy, donkey players either play a conservative game, or they go out!
SO, I buy in. Game starts after 8 (late, so I'm not too impressed), but the upside is there are only 27 players. Guaranteed first place an entry into the ZAR10,000 buy in freeze out!
I pulled a difficult table, and had a hard time staying in. Lots of bully betting, pot stealing, all in calls. I folded some seriously good hands, which normally I would play, and some winning hands as it turned out after seeing the flop cards. Anyway, I had to do one rebuy to stay in the game. I wasn't out, but low stacked. I soon learned who played how, and made some calls which gave me the pot (can do this when u are in position).
Eventually, at 15 to 9 the tables are closed. 15 Minute smoke break, leg stretch, then we all in for the final freeze out. At ths point I'm probably the lowest stack, but now we're playing my game. I'm also in for ZAR850, and I don't want to have wasted my money.
Interesting to see some players maintain their same stupid betting game into the freeeze out. They are soon out and on their way. By 11 pm, I'm still there, some players have moved on, some moved tables (they do this to balance the load so to speak). Some of the big mouth players at my table are gone, some are there, but taking strain. I take one or two on, with good hands, and they run. SOME LOOK AND PAY THE PRICE.
By 1pm it's final tabe! And I'm on it. last 10. The prize structure is announced.
Due to the high take of rebuys and top ups at 9 pm (single purchase of chips for ZAR500) there are now 4 guaranteed seats in the ZAR10k game, and 2 seats into a ZAR1650 freeze out next week Thursday. First prize there - a seat into the ZAR10k game!
SO, I don't have to win this thing out right, but have to stay in till at least 6th. One by one the guys start to take some risk, and fall. I fold A/J, A/8 suited, Q/9 suited, man this is killer, as these are good hands to play. But I'm not here to feed into the greed of those desperado's, so I fold and wait. I have to get cards sometime when I'm in position.
I make final 6! At this point I know worst case I'm back here next week for the ZAR1650 freeze out, and I have a second chance at the big ticket. Time to pick a hand and go all in.
I pull pocket 10's, and I'm first caller post Big blind. All in. Everyone folds to me. By now they know I'm not a donkey, only play good hands, and don't take risks. So I scoop that pot. Show my hand.
A few more hands, and I'm big blind again. A/4 - suited. One of the other guys, drunk as a skunk, and who was chip leader for a long time, but is now down to 110 000 chips, same as me, goes all in.
It's 2.45 am. The blinds are killer now - 20k/10k, I'm really tired, need to get up for work in the morning, and have a ticket, so I look.
Damned if he didn't draw pocket K's!!! Anyway, my A is still good, but doesn't hold up, so that's me out! 5 Left, and they decide to negotiate with the game manager. he need to get in a further ZAR8800 to give away another ZAR10k seat, so between them they raise this (about ZAR1700 each) pay it in, and the game is over. 5 x 10k tickets and 1 x 1650 F/O ticket, 3.50 am.
Damn it was a long night. And next week will be worse. A field of about 60 players is expected for the ZAR1650 freeze out.
Salagatle!
Anyway, for some time the local casino has been hosting tournaments, and cheaper satellite games in which you can win a seat to the big take tourneys. I get all the sms invites, but don't bother to go. Last night I decided I wanted to go.
Go to acehighpoker to see details if you care to.
ZAR 550 buy in, ZAR300 rebuys for 90 minutes (that's a long time to have to put up with donkeys) and then a ZAR500 top up, and the game goes into freeze out, i.e. no more rebuys. when u r out, u r out! Now that's my game. At this point all the "all in " rebuy, donkey players either play a conservative game, or they go out!
SO, I buy in. Game starts after 8 (late, so I'm not too impressed), but the upside is there are only 27 players. Guaranteed first place an entry into the ZAR10,000 buy in freeze out!
I pulled a difficult table, and had a hard time staying in. Lots of bully betting, pot stealing, all in calls. I folded some seriously good hands, which normally I would play, and some winning hands as it turned out after seeing the flop cards. Anyway, I had to do one rebuy to stay in the game. I wasn't out, but low stacked. I soon learned who played how, and made some calls which gave me the pot (can do this when u are in position).
Eventually, at 15 to 9 the tables are closed. 15 Minute smoke break, leg stretch, then we all in for the final freeze out. At ths point I'm probably the lowest stack, but now we're playing my game. I'm also in for ZAR850, and I don't want to have wasted my money.
Interesting to see some players maintain their same stupid betting game into the freeeze out. They are soon out and on their way. By 11 pm, I'm still there, some players have moved on, some moved tables (they do this to balance the load so to speak). Some of the big mouth players at my table are gone, some are there, but taking strain. I take one or two on, with good hands, and they run. SOME LOOK AND PAY THE PRICE.
By 1pm it's final tabe! And I'm on it. last 10. The prize structure is announced.
Due to the high take of rebuys and top ups at 9 pm (single purchase of chips for ZAR500) there are now 4 guaranteed seats in the ZAR10k game, and 2 seats into a ZAR1650 freeze out next week Thursday. First prize there - a seat into the ZAR10k game!
SO, I don't have to win this thing out right, but have to stay in till at least 6th. One by one the guys start to take some risk, and fall. I fold A/J, A/8 suited, Q/9 suited, man this is killer, as these are good hands to play. But I'm not here to feed into the greed of those desperado's, so I fold and wait. I have to get cards sometime when I'm in position.
I make final 6! At this point I know worst case I'm back here next week for the ZAR1650 freeze out, and I have a second chance at the big ticket. Time to pick a hand and go all in.
I pull pocket 10's, and I'm first caller post Big blind. All in. Everyone folds to me. By now they know I'm not a donkey, only play good hands, and don't take risks. So I scoop that pot. Show my hand.
A few more hands, and I'm big blind again. A/4 - suited. One of the other guys, drunk as a skunk, and who was chip leader for a long time, but is now down to 110 000 chips, same as me, goes all in.
It's 2.45 am. The blinds are killer now - 20k/10k, I'm really tired, need to get up for work in the morning, and have a ticket, so I look.
Damned if he didn't draw pocket K's!!! Anyway, my A is still good, but doesn't hold up, so that's me out! 5 Left, and they decide to negotiate with the game manager. he need to get in a further ZAR8800 to give away another ZAR10k seat, so between them they raise this (about ZAR1700 each) pay it in, and the game is over. 5 x 10k tickets and 1 x 1650 F/O ticket, 3.50 am.
Damn it was a long night. And next week will be worse. A field of about 60 players is expected for the ZAR1650 freeze out.
Salagatle!
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Is this for real? Would seem so.....
A regular occurrence at the Mfuwe Lodge in the South Luangwa National Park in Zambia where the lodge was unwittingly built on the Elephant's traditional path through to some wild mango trees on the property. The herd of a dozen or so elephants walk through the lodge's reception area at least twice a day for about 4 weeks and then sporadically for about another 3 weeks to feed on the trees. No incidents reported to date!
This is stunning!
Salagatle!
This is stunning!
Salagatle!
From the Princess
Never, Never, Never
EVER
And I repeat
EVER
Tell A Woman
She Can't Braai !!!
(I nearly threw up all over my Springbok jersey.....)
Salagatle!
EVER
And I repeat
EVER
Tell A Woman
She Can't Braai !!!
(I nearly threw up all over my Springbok jersey.....)Salagatle!
Just to clear a thing up
Original bike with original fairings and stickers
LuckyL's bike - original fairings, no stickers (repaired and resprayed)
Another "original - this guy redid his stickers a bit for personalisation of his bike....Salagatle!
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Next project
Apart from restarting my attempt to make my own picture frames (let me tell you it's not as easy as you think), it's now time to start on the RS 250 project. (Click on the label below, it will take you to the previous posts on the same topic, as well as the pics....)
Some of you will recall that I made a very dubious investment in a basket case motorbike (rebuild project). Well, it's time that I pulled it out from under the covers (so to speak), found all the parts, and started a reassembly of it.
I need to have the motor done up, but want to check that all the parts are actually there before I take it to a bike shop. if not, I'll rather try to find a complete motor at a bike breakers shop, and retrofit that. Will probably be quicker, cheaper and easier in the long run.
I also have to have some bits and pieces made up, which we used this past weekend to finish off LuckyL's bike! yup, many of the RS 250 parts are same / similar / identical to those of his RS125!
So, some posts in the future will be of this project, it's progress, my frustrations, and, hopefully, the eventual successful result!
What it (hopefully) will look like eventually!
Salagatle!
Some of you will recall that I made a very dubious investment in a basket case motorbike (rebuild project). Well, it's time that I pulled it out from under the covers (so to speak), found all the parts, and started a reassembly of it.
I need to have the motor done up, but want to check that all the parts are actually there before I take it to a bike shop. if not, I'll rather try to find a complete motor at a bike breakers shop, and retrofit that. Will probably be quicker, cheaper and easier in the long run.
I also have to have some bits and pieces made up, which we used this past weekend to finish off LuckyL's bike! yup, many of the RS 250 parts are same / similar / identical to those of his RS125!
So, some posts in the future will be of this project, it's progress, my frustrations, and, hopefully, the eventual successful result!
What it (hopefully) will look like eventually!Salagatle!
Monday, October 13, 2008
Labels
Have just finished reducing my blog labels from about 13000 to under 50. Just changed the labels so they kind of fit together, relate, lessen the list...
Phew!
Salagatle!
Phew!
Salagatle!
Some guys have all the luck....
And finally for today, I ceceived an sms from a bud who just bought a new car. Damn, but I am jealous.... (number plate hidden to protect the innocent)
It's a Dodge Nitro, 3.7lt...... Wow, what a beaut! He says he gets about 11.3lt/100km in town, when he behaves, but the bitch wants / nay begs to be pushed, so this goes to about 14.5lt/100km.... So what he says, it's only petrol!!! And I agree!!!
Salagatle!
It's a Dodge Nitro, 3.7lt...... Wow, what a beaut! He says he gets about 11.3lt/100km in town, when he behaves, but the bitch wants / nay begs to be pushed, so this goes to about 14.5lt/100km.... So what he says, it's only petrol!!! And I agree!!!Salagatle!
DMDad and his missus
And finally, this weekend we had the opportunity to have DMDad and his missus (She) around to visit. We got lucky as they are emigrating to Cape Town in two weeks, and we won't have another opp. to have them around, and they had had a cancellation in their diaries for Saturady......
I also invited Fishman (he of Papvreter fame) but he was not available. Will have to have him and his family around some other time. It was a kind of first bar counter wetting affair.
The Princess also invited some other friends, who we thought (rightfully) would be compatible / get on well with DMDad and She. P & J have a double barreled surname, a mix of a Formula 1 manufacturer and a dead American President!
Work it out.......
DMdad and She arrived in her little black number (that's their car, not her dress!) with the roof down. Very stylish, and appropriate for the weather we were having on Saturday.
And, for the bar, they brought along a nice gift, which we were sure to open and taste after dinner. great stuff, and enjoyable! Thanx Bud!
The lady (J) of the second couple who is very creative set about decorating the champagne bottle while we were chatting after dinner. She used the chocolate wrappers that were on the table.... very creative she is!
The Princess also decided on a different dinner plan, as opposed to the usual braai or take aways. It's called a raclette grill, comes from some friends from Holland (although it's made in France). Kind of a mix between a fondue and a hot rock. Great for a slow, conversational dinner.
Overall, a great evening was had by all, with everyone leaving well past 11pm... Thanx for coming around guys, and good luck with the emigration. We will come and see you down there in Feb!
Salagatle!
I also invited Fishman (he of Papvreter fame) but he was not available. Will have to have him and his family around some other time. It was a kind of first bar counter wetting affair.
The Princess also invited some other friends, who we thought (rightfully) would be compatible / get on well with DMDad and She. P & J have a double barreled surname, a mix of a Formula 1 manufacturer and a dead American President!
Work it out.......DMdad and She arrived in her little black number (that's their car, not her dress!) with the roof down. Very stylish, and appropriate for the weather we were having on Saturday.
And, for the bar, they brought along a nice gift, which we were sure to open and taste after dinner. great stuff, and enjoyable! Thanx Bud!
The lady (J) of the second couple who is very creative set about decorating the champagne bottle while we were chatting after dinner. She used the chocolate wrappers that were on the table.... very creative she is!
The Princess also decided on a different dinner plan, as opposed to the usual braai or take aways. It's called a raclette grill, comes from some friends from Holland (although it's made in France). Kind of a mix between a fondue and a hot rock. Great for a slow, conversational dinner.
Overall, a great evening was had by all, with everyone leaving well past 11pm... Thanx for coming around guys, and good luck with the emigration. We will come and see you down there in Feb!Salagatle!
Maintenance
I recently posted pics of the painting of the boundary wall.
Well this weekend we put on the final colour, two coats. It's damn expensive to paint, and if this does not last at least 5 - 8 years, i'm going to have the walls cladded in either slate tiles, or rock cladding. Not going to keep painting, it's just too expensive.
Anyway, the Princess was impressed by my choice of final colour, some or other sandy shade, and I must say the wall looks great!
Salagatle!
Well this weekend we put on the final colour, two coats. It's damn expensive to paint, and if this does not last at least 5 - 8 years, i'm going to have the walls cladded in either slate tiles, or rock cladding. Not going to keep painting, it's just too expensive.
Anyway, the Princess was impressed by my choice of final colour, some or other sandy shade, and I must say the wall looks great!
Salagatle!
LuckyL's motorbike
This weekend saw the successful completion of another project. LuckyL's bike is now assembled, and ready for roadworthy test and registration.
All we need to do is get stickers made for the decoration of the newely repaired and resprayed fairings. 
He's big on the Jack Daniels logo and stuff, so we will look at that as an option.
I kind of like the idea... wonder if I can get them to sponsor / pay for it?
Salagatle!
All we need to do is get stickers made for the decoration of the newely repaired and resprayed fairings. 
He's big on the Jack Daniels logo and stuff, so we will look at that as an option.
I kind of like the idea... wonder if I can get them to sponsor / pay for it?Salagatle!
SA Rugby and this little doos.......
SA Rugby to discuss Watson's Springbok statements - http://www.sabcnews.com/sport/rugby/0,2172,178149,00.html
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The South African Rugby Union will meet tomorrow to discuss statements attributed to Springbok flanker Luke Watson regarding South African rugby, his team mates and the national jersey.
"If the reports are accurate this is a very serious matter indeed," Andy Marinos, SA Rugby's manager of national teams and acting managing director, said in an official news release today.
"But we can't pre-judge the matter on the strength of media reports and we can make no definitive statement until we have in our hands what evidence there may be."
Watson was quoted in an article on website rugby365.com as saying that "the problem with SA Rugby is that it is controlled by Dutchmen (Afrikaans-speaking white South Africans)". He said the "bigger picture" kept him from vomiting on the Springbok jersey and that "the men who sit on my left and right of me in the change room despise me for who I am".
"We need to see the bigger picture and realise that the here and now is not just the here and now, but the here and now only exists because of those who went before us and because of those who are still to come," he was quoted as saying during a rugby festival at the University of Cape Town earlier this month.
"Me having to wear the Springbok jersey, to keep myself from vomiting on it, because there is a bigger picture, because men and women have bled for me to get there." Watson's father Cheeky was an outspoken anti-racism activist during the apartheid era, who declined the opportunity to participate in Springbok trials as a promising player because of his convictions and has made no secret of his displeasure with the game's current administration. - Reuters
Now, if what is being reported here is true, I have some thoughts....
Why did he accept the Springbok jersey in the fist place? If he was so upset by it, he could have taken a stand and refused the nomination / selection to the team.
If however, he has made these statements now because of the threat of the current administration replacing the Springbok emblem with a Protea, and he wants to "endear" himself to them, trying to ensure he has a future in the team, well then, fuck you boyo! You are still a white boy, and no amount of sleeping with the enemy is going to change that. Can't wait for the next Springbok match when he runs out and gets boooood by 65000 real Springbok rugby supporters.
You don't deserve the jersey boy, at best you are a mediocre player. You are weak, are not a tream player, have the morals of a Zimbabwean leader, and should be charged with bringing the game into disrepute!
Now I know why Jake White never wanted to select him for the team. he knew what a yellow backed, weeenie you are.
Doos!!!
Salagatle!
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