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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cESHo8fip7ImA9WhRaE0U.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996773867499350783</id><updated>2012-02-16T19:30:09.476+11:00</updated><category term="TVC" /><category term="pure waters of tasmania" /><category term="winner" /><category term="winning" /><category term="ari gold" /><category term="Beer" /><category term="funny youtube" /><category term="BTAFC" /><category term="entourage" /><category term="Boags" /><category term="Spizrock" /><title>SPIZROCK</title><subtitle type="html">My words are weapons, sharper than knives...</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://spizrock.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://spizrock.blogspot.com/" /><author><name>SPIZROCK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803427356609486598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/Spizrock" /><feedburner:info uri="spizrock" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUAARHg5fSp7ImA9WhRQFEw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996773867499350783.post-9149991096544216118</id><published>2011-12-09T18:34:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2011-12-09T19:02:25.625+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-09T19:02:25.625+11:00</app:edited><title>The Birthday of Spizrock - 2011 - thank you</title><content type="html">Hit the link for more:&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F30143537%3Fsecret_token%3Ds-ni4oR&amp;amp;show_comments=true&amp;amp;auto_play=true&amp;amp;color=001ec0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="https://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F30143537%3Fsecret_token%3Ds-ni4oR&amp;amp;show_comments=true&amp;amp;auto_play=true&amp;amp;color=001ec0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Spizrock's thank you to y'all by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/spizrock"&gt;SPIZROCK&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/spizrock"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/spizrock"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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Read below for the words to my thank you message:&lt;br /&gt;
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This past year has been real tough for me – as most of you would know it was tumultuous to say the least on the family front. Hence the reason I was being indulgent in having a bday party - it was in an attempt to wash away the pain of the year and begin anew and was also my way of thanking you all for being a part of my life, both today and in the future.&lt;br /&gt;
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Now as you all know, I do have a penchant for movies and an encyclopaedic knowledge of pop culture… so I cast my mind to the Brad Pitt film “Meet Joe Black”. The tag line was “there’s nothing surer in life than death and taxes”. However, that said, I believe this misses the true story, the real picture. In the movie, all Brad Pitt wants to do is find love, and it sways him from his sole task.&lt;br /&gt;
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So I have come to the conclusion that there is nothing surer in life than love. Love in all its forms, not just the traditional notion of romantic love, for love has the ability to transcend and manifest itself in many, many forms. Love makes early morning starts bearable, you can keep it in your pocket or on your phone, it can be found in a melody, it makes work feel like play, it makes you run out in the rain with your mates, it forges bonds, it erases hardship, it soothes the pain and it lifts us up where we belong.&lt;br /&gt;
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Love is the omnipresence that makes life worth living and what we all should strive for before any materialistic gains.&lt;br /&gt;
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Which bring me to you all and the point of writing this message to you all.&lt;br /&gt;
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Without the love you have all provided me, the year gone passed would have been indeed much worse and intolerable. For those of you who came along on the night I thank you (check out the photos located on facebook), for those who couldn’t make it I’ll catch up for a drink with you soon.&lt;br /&gt;
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For it is all of you, my family and friends that make me who I am, it is the love you provide that makes the happiness abound in me and the good times roll on.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Until next year&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Spiro xx&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996773867499350783-9149991096544216118?l=spizrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As such I want to wash it away  with all my friends around me - looking at having a massive one so come  on down for a great night out. The Venue is Cafe Republic (&lt;a href="http://bing.com/maps/default.aspx?v=2&amp;amp;pc=FACEBK&amp;amp;mid=8100&amp;amp;where1=160+Toorak%2C+South+Yarra%2C+Australia+3141&amp;amp;FORM=FBKPL0&amp;amp;name=Cafe+Republic&amp;amp;mkt=en-GB" rel="nofollow" target="_blank"&gt;160 Toorak, South Yarra, Australia 3141&lt;/a&gt;) and we will be going from 9pm til 3am on SATURDAY 26th NOVEMBER.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/post-edit.g?blogID=8996773867499350783&amp;amp;postID=311324674780693625&amp;amp;from=pencil" name="more"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;As every year - i have transposed a birthday song for you all - follow my re-worked lyrics of "Solid" by Ashford and Simpson below:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: inherit;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed height="165" src="http://www.youtube.com/v/gaUsAtnAg_Y&amp;amp;autoplay=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="200" wmode="transparent"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;b style="mso-bidi-font-weight: normal;"&gt;The Birthday of Spizrock&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And for love’s sake, lets wipe away, the year that’s gone passed&lt;br /&gt;
It was tumultuous, for some of us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;He couldn’t run away, there was no time to play&lt;br /&gt;
Lets write it off and write it off and write it off&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br style="mso-special-character: line-break;" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;And now you’re invited, to, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;The birthday of Spizrock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;To show what love is &lt;br /&gt;
To the friends that he’s got oh, mmm…&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Invited (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;
The Birthday of Spizrock&lt;br /&gt;
He’s one year older (Ooh)&lt;br /&gt;
And he’s still hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh…oh…oh…ah…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He wanted to turn away&lt;br /&gt;
When the sky went grey&lt;br /&gt;
Somehow he managed&lt;br /&gt;
He had to keep it together (Ooh…ooh…ooh…ooh…) &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He didn’t bat an eye&lt;br /&gt;
When events made him cry&lt;br /&gt;
He knew down the line&lt;br /&gt;
It would all get better (Ooh…ooh…ooh…ooh…)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And for love’s sake, lets wipe away, the year that’s gone passed&lt;br /&gt;
It was tumultuous, for some of us &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;He couldn’t run away, there was no time to play&lt;br /&gt;
Lets write it off and write it off and write it off&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You’re invited, to, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;the birthday of Spizrock [Ooh]&lt;br /&gt;
He’s one year older (Ooh)&lt;br /&gt;
And he’s still hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh…oh…oh…ah…&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Oh, lets remove the memory&lt;br /&gt;
Of the past year&lt;br /&gt;
Let’s start anew &lt;br /&gt;
Lets do what we have to do (Ooh…ooh…ooh…ooh…)&lt;br /&gt;
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And with that feeling, let’s be willing, to drink and to dance&lt;br /&gt;
So to the year ahead, celebrate the start&lt;br /&gt;
He is serious (Ooh), in Spiro we trust&lt;br /&gt;
Lets write it off and write it off and write it off&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You’re invited, to, [Ooh]&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;the birthday of Spizrock &lt;br /&gt;
To show what love is (Oh…oh…)&lt;br /&gt;
To the friends that he’s got [Oh…oh…]&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Invited (Yes, you are)&lt;br /&gt;
To the birthday of Spizrock (Ah…)&lt;br /&gt;
He’s one year older (Ooh)&lt;br /&gt;
And he’s still hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot, hot&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Invited (Oh)&lt;br /&gt;
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Big thanks to Corporate AV (&lt;a class="yt-uix-redirect-link" dir="ltr" href="http://corporateav.com.au/" rel="nofollow" target="_blank" title="http://corporateav.com.au/"&gt;http://corporateav.com.au/&lt;/a&gt;) for the use of their excellent equipment.&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u8M5l4UJr2h5IgjZYSLWWcrO4J0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/u8M5l4UJr2h5IgjZYSLWWcrO4J0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Spizrock/~4/WP8KtwFC4oA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996773867499350783/posts/default/4083610697058204360?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996773867499350783/posts/default/4083610697058204360?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Spizrock/~3/WP8KtwFC4oA/gangstaaaaaaa.html" title="Gangstaaaaaaa" /><author><name>SPIZROCK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803427356609486598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://spizrock.blogspot.com/2011/08/gangstaaaaaaa.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0IBRXc7eip7ImA9Wx9WFUo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996773867499350783.post-7539333597451534653</id><published>2011-01-21T13:05:00.004+11:00</published><updated>2011-01-21T13:05:54.902+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-01-21T13:05:54.902+11:00</app:edited><title>linguistic wrath</title><content type="html">&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;People  - we live in a land where we use UK/Australian English and not US  English. As much as "Utilize" and "Organize" make some kind of phonetic  sense, they are quite simply wrong. Next person to send me a doc or  spell incorrectly will feel my linguistic wrath...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996773867499350783-7539333597451534653?l=spizrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C57PUMrxBqhq3txamTKmL6yOyx4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C57PUMrxBqhq3txamTKmL6yOyx4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Spizrock/~4/4e5DBkRIRRw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996773867499350783/posts/default/7539333597451534653?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996773867499350783/posts/default/7539333597451534653?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Spizrock/~3/4e5DBkRIRRw/linguistic-wrath.html" title="linguistic wrath" /><author><name>SPIZROCK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803427356609486598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://spizrock.blogspot.com/2011/01/linguistic-wrath.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CU8NR34-cCp7ImA9Wx9QEEs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996773867499350783.post-8905144499524040306</id><published>2010-12-23T11:22:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-23T11:24:56.058+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-23T11:24:56.058+11:00</app:edited><title>Rafael Benitez - adieu</title><content type="html">&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Here's some jokes i came up with after hearing the announcement of his sacking from inter milan - mainly for team Cilmi who has already rejoiced in the news:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Rafael “Rafa” Benitez - he's a fucking twat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;he is president of that royal association of twats - el presidentwat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He is the called King Twat of the royal duchy of twatness&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;when he cooks and makes pies, they are all called twat pie&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;most people say 'what' but he says 'twat'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;he’s next gig will be to go to manage "twatford" in the UK&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;if he was in pulp fiction, Jules (samuel J) would have said to him "say 'twat' one more time, i dare you, i double dare you motherfucker”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;if he was working for &lt;b&gt;mad magazine&lt;/b&gt;, Alfred E Newman’s catch phrase would be "twat me worry"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;if rafa was working for warner brothers bugs bunny would end up have saying "twat's up doc"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Every day for rafa is twatsday&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Beyonce thinks rafa is twatiliscious&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;To send messages to other goatee wearing Spaniards he uses Twatter and his messages are called "twats"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Marvin Gaye used to sing about Rafa in his opus "twat's going on"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;His kids refer to him as “the Twatfather”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He tells twat twat jokes instead of knock knock jokes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He would consider his sacking to be a “twatgedy”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Its odd that during the game he likes to stand outside the box&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;His parrot’s mimicry is bizarrely accurate... “Twaaaaat, twaaaaat!”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal" style="color: #cccccc; font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;He went searching in Scotland for the Twatness monster&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #333333; font-family: &amp;quot;Tahoma&amp;quot;,&amp;quot;sans-serif&amp;quot;; font-size: 8.5pt;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vi8bJrDkG4_lIUrCZAcu_RIaAK8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/vi8bJrDkG4_lIUrCZAcu_RIaAK8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Spizrock/~4/XG8Rn-fCX5Q" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996773867499350783/posts/default/8905144499524040306?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996773867499350783/posts/default/8905144499524040306?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Spizrock/~3/XG8Rn-fCX5Q/rafael-benitez-adieu.html" title="Rafael Benitez - adieu" /><author><name>SPIZROCK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803427356609486598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://spizrock.blogspot.com/2010/12/rafael-benitez-adieu.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0IMRH89cCp7ImA9Wx9SE0s.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996773867499350783.post-2887258829064357266</id><published>2010-12-03T18:32:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-12-03T18:33:05.168+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-12-03T18:33:05.168+11:00</app:edited><title>An Ode for my Dad's Bladder</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;(To be said in a kick ass Samuel L. Jackson voice) &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Dear Bladder Cancer,&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;You've been a real shit, a pain and you are not welcome in my father's body anymore. &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Yeah cos we herald from the time of the Greek Gods and to you motherfucker I am Zeus. You know, Mount Olympus, father of Apollo, don't fuck with me or I'll shove a lightning bolt up your ass, Zeus!?!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;See you're assuming we weren’t gonna get rid of your sorry ass, and everyone knows when you make an assumption, you make an ass out of you and umption.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;You’ve been fucking with me for a while and I swore you that you would regret it. You tried to fuck with me with earlier scans and you remained inconspicuous, but then we found you, you low down dirty son of a bitch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;What’s that I here you say...what?!? Say "what" again. I dare you, I double dare you, motherfucker! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Having said that, thanks for not spreading anywhere else and muchos gracias for getting the fuck out of his body. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Please do not return, do not pass GO and yes, you deserve to die and I hope you burn in hell.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Yours Sincerely - Spizrock&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span id="profile_status"&gt;&lt;span id="status_text"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_cv-EBNVvvJXQ8_ghh-EN-88_L8/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_cv-EBNVvvJXQ8_ghh-EN-88_L8/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Spizrock/~4/b8uk6n7m2n0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996773867499350783/posts/default/2887258829064357266?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996773867499350783/posts/default/2887258829064357266?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Spizrock/~3/b8uk6n7m2n0/ode-for-my-dads-bladder.html" title="An Ode for my Dad's Bladder" /><author><name>SPIZROCK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803427356609486598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://spizrock.blogspot.com/2010/12/ode-for-my-dads-bladder.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CE8FRXw9fSp7ImA9WhRTF08.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996773867499350783.post-8041098840801493922</id><published>2010-11-20T11:00:00.003+11:00</published><updated>2011-11-08T14:26:54.265+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-08T14:26:54.265+11:00</app:edited><title>2010 Spizrock's birthday</title><content type="html">&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;As with every year, I like to celebrate with a little song for you all. But rather than inviting y'all to my birthday drinks/party, this year I have to delay it due to family reasons. Never fear, there will be a party, but it will be early next year.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Spizrock x&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a name='more'&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;(tune is to George Michael’s ‘Waiting For That Day’)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;object height="81" width="100%"&gt; &lt;param name="movie" value="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F3091418&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=true&amp;amp;color=001cff"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed allowscriptaccess="always" height="81" src="http://player.soundcloud.com/player.swf?url=http%3A%2F%2Fapi.soundcloud.com%2Ftracks%2F3091418&amp;amp;show_comments=false&amp;amp;auto_play=true&amp;amp;color=001cff" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="100%"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt; &lt;/object&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/nosac4/george-michael-waiting-for-that-day"&gt;George Michael - Waiting For That Day&lt;/a&gt; by &lt;a href="http://soundcloud.com/nosac4"&gt;Nosac4&lt;/a&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Waiting For My Birthday&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
Do do do, do do do,&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;So every year I send you all a message to celebrate&lt;br /&gt;
So we can crack a smile, talk a while&lt;br /&gt;
Over drinks at my birthday&lt;br /&gt;
My memory serves me far too well&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now I just sit here with my laptop thinking to myself&lt;br /&gt;
I’m a grown boy&lt;br /&gt;
Why do I still need to &lt;br /&gt;
Have a party&lt;br /&gt;
Is it for me or everybody else &lt;br /&gt;
My memory serves me far too well &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
It's not as though I’m twenty one&lt;br /&gt;
It's not as though I’m feeling any older&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;But something I just can't explain&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot lie or try to feign&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I just wanna see your faces again&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Do do do, do do do, &lt;br /&gt;
C'mon now&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Do do do, do do do,&lt;br /&gt;
Guess who is 34 now&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Now everybody talks about their new birthday&lt;br /&gt;
When you sing a magic number&lt;br /&gt;
To rejoice with &lt;br /&gt;
Family and the friends you’ve made&lt;br /&gt;
Oh my memory serves me far too well&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't you know that&lt;br /&gt;
The years will come and go&lt;br /&gt;
Some of you have changed your lives&lt;br /&gt;
And all of us still have something to show&lt;br /&gt;
What we got, baby&lt;br /&gt;
Are memories&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My current wounds&lt;br /&gt;
They are parental-inflicted&lt;br /&gt;
I don't really know &lt;br /&gt;
How my poor heart has protected me &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;But since I have to carry this pain&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; &lt;br /&gt;
In a few months it won’t feel the same&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;That’s when I want to see your faces again&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Do do do, do do do, &lt;br /&gt;
C'mon now&lt;br /&gt;
My birthday party is gonna be delayed now&lt;br /&gt;
Do do do, do do do, &lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Oh&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;When you come to my party&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I will make it worth your while&lt;br /&gt;
To come back to your Spizrock&lt;br /&gt;
I miss your kisses&lt;br /&gt;
I miss your smiles&lt;br /&gt;
Seems to me the peace I search to find &lt;br /&gt;
Ain't going to be mine for some time &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;Sorry to say but...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;I’m gonna have to keep you waiting for my birthday &lt;br /&gt;
I know, I know, I know&lt;br /&gt;
You hear these words that I say&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You can't always get what you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;You can't always get what you want&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;You can't always get what you want...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="MsoNoSpacing"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996773867499350783-8041098840801493922?l=spizrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/URGhAllJLb1DXGClknoOCvz1AKI/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/URGhAllJLb1DXGClknoOCvz1AKI/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Spizrock/~4/584KlNAEHyo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996773867499350783/posts/default/8041098840801493922?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996773867499350783/posts/default/8041098840801493922?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Spizrock/~3/584KlNAEHyo/spizrocks-birthday.html" title="2010 Spizrock's birthday" /><author><name>SPIZROCK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803427356609486598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://spizrock.blogspot.com/2010/11/spizrocks-birthday.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0cCQH0zfip7ImA9Wx9TEEo.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996773867499350783.post-8990814814067833624</id><published>2010-11-17T11:46:00.002+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-18T21:11:01.386+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-18T21:11:01.386+11:00</app:edited><title>giggidi</title><content type="html">&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;Spizrock's quote of the day: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;h6 class="uiStreamMessage" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="messageBody" style="font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Family Guy Quote #1&lt;/b&gt; (at a Female boxing match)&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Glen Quagmire&lt;/b&gt;: What can I say? I really like watching her box.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b&gt;Peter Griffin&lt;/b&gt;: That means two things.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h6&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996773867499350783-8990814814067833624?l=spizrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A6J2e6zzEFlFhVOMR3P2YYKGj-o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/A6J2e6zzEFlFhVOMR3P2YYKGj-o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Spizrock/~4/VMNmq7_o7so" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996773867499350783/posts/default/8990814814067833624?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996773867499350783/posts/default/8990814814067833624?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Spizrock/~3/VMNmq7_o7so/giggidi.html" title="giggidi" /><author><name>SPIZROCK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803427356609486598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://spizrock.blogspot.com/2010/11/giggidi.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkAFQ385fip7ImA9Wx5aF0o.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996773867499350783.post-4044540662151171386</id><published>2010-11-15T10:51:00.001+11:00</published><updated>2010-11-15T10:51:52.126+11:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-11-15T10:51:52.126+11:00</app:edited><title>It's a nice day for a white wedding...</title><content type="html">&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trip there:&lt;/b&gt; Was  gonna write a few amended lyrics to Billy Idol's "White Wedding" in my blog's celebratory status for Alison and Michael's wedding today, but then re-read  through the original lyrics and thought that perhaps it would be more suitable  if she were my sister who had actually been knocked up, was having a shotgun  wedding and needed to... erm.... s&lt;span class="text_exposed_hide"&gt;ss&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt;tart agaaaaaain. So like, not really suitable but still a great song for the drive down to Red Hill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;h3 class="UIIntentionalStory_Message" data-ft="{&amp;quot;type&amp;quot;:&amp;quot;msg&amp;quot;}"&gt;&lt;span data-jsid="text" style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Trip home: &lt;/b&gt;Damn you Red Hill for getting me lost on the way  home. I did make the left turn at Albuquerque, but missed the turn at  the big old tree. At least i had my snarl and leather gloved fist punch to  keep me sane.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span class="UIStory_Message"&gt;&lt;span class="text_exposed_show"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h3&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996773867499350783-4044540662151171386?l=spizrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5ruXfu-yvr0ZLw4w-3hNrfGDxAM/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/5ruXfu-yvr0ZLw4w-3hNrfGDxAM/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/Spizrock/~4/LpWrL0E96xQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996773867499350783/posts/default/4044540662151171386?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8996773867499350783/posts/default/4044540662151171386?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/Spizrock/~3/LpWrL0E96xQ/its-nice-day-for-white-wedding.html" title="It's a nice day for a white wedding..." /><author><name>SPIZROCK</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04803427356609486598</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="16" height="16" src="http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif" /></author><feedburner:origLink>http://spizrock.blogspot.com/2010/11/its-nice-day-for-white-wedding.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;D0ANR3w9fyp7ImA9Wx5XGUQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8996773867499350783.post-2842954112150158242</id><published>2010-09-16T13:24:00.004+10:00</published><updated>2010-09-21T01:16:36.267+10:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2010-09-21T01:16:36.267+10:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="TVC" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="pure waters of tasmania" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Boags" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="winner" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="BTAFC" /><title>BTAFC/Boags Pure Waters of Tasmania winning entry</title><content type="html">&lt;object height="295" style="background-image: url(&amp;quot;http://i1.ytimg.com/vi/L95LI2ISaGY/hqdefault.jpg&amp;quot;);" width="480"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/L95LI2ISaGY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/L95LI2ISaGY?fs=1&amp;amp;hl=en_US" allowscriptaccess="never" allowfullscreen="true" wmode="transparent" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="295" width="480"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The winning entry into the 2010 Boags Pure Waters of Tasmania competition. The brief was to make your own Pure Waters of Tasmania TV commercial and was open to all VAFA football clubs with a 1-2 week window for delivery showing the parent company (Lion-Nathan) what you would change using those magical Tassie waters.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Take a look at the original Boag‘s Draught commercial now using this link&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94syGYcdGcU&amp;amp;feature=channel"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=94syGYcdGcU&amp;amp;feature=channel&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Created by me on behalf of the Bulleen Templestowe Amateur Football Club - with the club winning $5k in sponsorship. Big Thanks to Andy from &lt;a href="http://corporateav.com.au/"&gt;Corporate AV &lt;/a&gt;for use of cameras, &lt;a href="http://www.facebook.com/SgtSlick808?ref=ts"&gt;Sgt Slick&lt;/a&gt; and the acting ability of all the Bullants.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996773867499350783-2842954112150158242?l=spizrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Ari Gold to Dana&lt;/span&gt;: Let me explain this to you in a metaphor you will understand:I'm sure there are guys who have fingered you in the ass long enough that eventually, you let them fuck it &amp;amp; now you think you got me bent over with your finger in my ass,thinking I'm gonna let you do the same. I'm not like you, Dana! You will not fuck me in the ass! Vince will not piss in a cup, for you or anyone else.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Brilliant...&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8996773867499350783-6757906123753591067?l=spizrock.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;
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