An aboriginal policeman to be specific.
[quote=âTreatyStones, post: 848032, member: 1786â]Certainly seems that way.
The report also shows the male âabboâsâ are as likely to be victims of crime as non-indigenous males.
Shockingly the most likely victims of crimes against the person are non-indigenous females, who obviously bare the brunt of their spouses coming home and battering the fuck out of them.[/quote]
Fella, they donât arrest anyone involved in the real violence I have seen that first hand, they are scared shitless, which of course escalated in 2011/2012, well after you statistics were recorded.
I know you are trying to recover lost ground here, but you are a sneaky cunt and everyone here knows it. Youâll have to try harder to get me in this, I lived in it.
Rancid, eye stinging efforts tonight⌠The type that almost burn on the way out⌠Smell like a mixture of porter and peanuts despite me having neither. The wedding could be off.
Did you enjoy Kilkenny ?
Perfect for a match⌠Good buzz around, plenty of bars and eateries and the ground is just splendid and perfectly located. Couldnât ask for more as a venue.
Iâve been adding lots of herbs and spices to my stir fries lately and Iâm farting like a madman. Normally my farts smell like summer rain but these are rancid. Going to eliminate the spices one by one to find the guilty party starting with my chief suspect, cumin.
If it wasnât for the hurling wouldâve been a grand day out.
Chocolate Rice Cakes for the health conscious of us !
Fucking savage today lads. I canât even stand beside myself.
Plums are the dogâs bollix .
Had one earlier that was like a whistle. Definitely two distinct notes in it. Odourless effort thankfully.
An odourless effort is a failed effort
I let one off in 1990 that the lads still talk about
The pretend lads?
Theyâre called sharts.
I can still recall the pungent odour with unreal clarity
Thereâs a mixture of chilli chicken, chicken satay and kung po prawn swimming in a sea of fast-paced Guinness inside me tonight. The farts have the potential to blow the jocks clean off me.
Iâd say thereâs a âno fly zoneâ around you today
that sounds like a 4 shiter as I call it, that will cut the arse of you, plenty of vaseline on standby
All song and no pong as it turns out. I didnât even need to open the window in the bedroom this morning. Last nightâs feast slid straight out of me in one go this morning before training, I was in mighty condition.