Tuesday, July 10, 2007

Should have stuck with the thousand words instead

Debbie does Dallas, but buggered if he can remember it
Last week saw an unseemly spat between the Queensland Origin brainstrust (insert joke here) and the Melbourne Storm over the former's medical staff OKing Dallas Johnson to return from concussion to play the second half of Origin III: Beyond Thunderdome Caring despite Johnson being in geostationary orbit around the planet Coosbane after his first-minute KO at the hands, or more particularly the knee, of NSW and Manly's Brent Kite. The name of the Queensland doctor who assessed Johnson as ready to play the second half has been suppressed by Maroons officials, however following some typically tenacious investigative journalism on the part of The World Of Bollocks we can EXCLUSIVELY REVEAL the identity of the medical expert in question:





















Jet Haircraft
Ever wonder what happened to Dave Gleeson from the Screaming Jets?
















You can stop now. He's playing cricket for England under the obviously made-up sobriquet Ryan Sidebottom.
Glad we cleared that up.


World Anti-Doping Agency announces plans to test for Benadryl, Anusol, Osmocote and whatever the fuck this guy's on













Though after three weeks on Tour it's probably the Anusol


Viduka attempts to stick own head up arse; misses















Just as well we cropped the rest.

The Doctor is OUT.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

You know what's scarier than Dallas "maybe THAT guy's my mum" Johnson.

I had a dream last night (and I NEVER remember my dreams) - that you, me and Bell were playing State Of Origin. Only thing was - that Bell was playing for Queensland, and despite us actually holding him up over the try line EVERY time he got the ball, Queensland scored from the very next tackle. Fucking weird I tell ya :P

There's probably some really bad metaphor about us holding Craig back, but we get fucked anyway - but I'm not going there - I usually don't remember dreams for a reason :P hehehe

Dr Yobbo said...

I would prefer to take the moral high ground (i.e. the one that doesn't involve anyone fucking anyone else) and point out he's been there ten years, and his girl's a local - and it's not as though you can argue he played his junior rugby league in Woombahole. Junior golf, backyard cricket and poolsharking maybe.

Of course the weirdest thing was that Phil was the video ref. Largely because he spent the whole time fiddling with the audio controls trying to optimise the settings. And that he turned up five hours late for the game.