Right, Hads, pick me up and throw me ... you fuckin' beauty!
Jeez, Shane, take a valium or something, buddy. Your hair is scaring me.
Later, Shaney, you and me will do some snuggling.
Now, if I remember what Ritz taught me, this is a ball. Yeah, it is! It's a ball. Sweet.
No idea who you are, mate, but you're white and wearing green, so let's play that hand clappy game from primary school. Lalalala.
But, it's the wrong Hussey. What's going on? I don't get it ... I'm hurt and confused.
Somehow, this is all Twatto's fault. I think we should play the pizza joke on him again.
All right! The pizzas are here! Did you get garlic bread? And coke?
Hey, that's not right. I asked for the one with extra olives. Dussey's full of shit - he wanted anchovies. Pup!
I wanted extra olives as well. Nobody listens to me, just because I'm the new boy. Pup, have words would you?
Fuckin' sweet, Twatto fell for it! Of course you've got olives, you stupid bastard. You fall for it every time.
Yes, I've got chilli chicken on mine, Johnno! Oooh, and we won. Eat that, Mike!
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the hastings-haddin one was hilarious!
Poor Hads, I do like to make fun of him. It was the abuse of Sule Benn at Adelaide last year that did it.
Fun pictures, thanks for sharing.
Without Mussey and MJ in the team, I just want Warrior Shaun to score more runs than everyone else put together.
Don't care much about anything else.
So much for that one, hey? But fear not, Our Shaunie will be back.
And if he can out of single figures, I'll buy him a pizza with whatever he wants on it.
@Toyin O - you are most welcome.
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