Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Put it out wide into the ditch. Nup.

until 15 minutes after the scheduled start time.

Who's running it?

Stan: Bernie bloody Fowler.

Piss off, will ya?

And the ladies insist we keep the urn.

Look, I'm not real happy about it either.

You don't do that with a pelargonium domesticum.

Right, well... My work here's done.

the keys to the kingdom every day.

Commentator: Stan coombs now inspecting the head.

Swear jar, Nance.

Hello, Stan. Long time no see. What have you come as?

Come on, mrs Jenkins.

I think we have a winner.

Ladies, this is the best damn trifle I've had bar none.

Gwen joined the local rotary club

Please welcome to the green cliff carout.

You've got a $1,200 arm. You're out there lairising.

that last Saturday after bowls you helped yourself

You know him, you love him... Excuse me!

I can't be expelled from the club

your right indicator is still on.

Welcome back, son.

To tell the truth, I have pulled up a bit sore.

I had this idiot on the line going on and on,

Hang on, hang on, hang on. That's not fair.

Why don't I jump in the bath for a few hours and wrinkle up?

You've brought our club to its knees.

Len: Yep, we're off to the semis.

didn't understand the meaning of the word 'defeat'.

at our next general meeting, Eileen.

We'll use the fridge in the kitchen, len.

Bullshit. Swear jar, Dave.

which got us out of the woods.

Well, I'm still working away down at cityside bowling club.

Stan: Gee. Quaint, isn't it?

Well, thank you, boys.

Ida: Nobody else can get away with it. Why should he?

Man: Nice bowl, mate.

He can talk. He pops those pills like they're maltesers.

This isn't the end of it. I think you'll find it is.

He'll turn up. I don't think he will.

What about pennant?

Sorry, ladies, he's taken.

You're full of good suggestions today, mrs Jenkins.

Well, well, well.

I told you! He's a bloody genius!

on the day before the big game at bogarra?

Come on, Jack. I've had four parking fines this week.

Only need to be one for it not to be unanimous.

My wife gave birth to our eldest son, Damian.

What's that? Raffle tickets.

Now listen up, old-timer.

What part of 'no' don't you understand, Bernie?

What do you do for a crust, Jack?

Ease up, son. We say “use the grass” but that's over the top.

before we put this story to bed.

Why have you been paying your fees, Jack?

Dave, mind the bar for a minute? Sure.

He's normally keen to pitch in with the sandwiches.

I still say bowls is a true revealer of character.

Alright, we can wait. Mmm.

Commentator: It's Julio gleeson!

so ho-ohe will see it.

What's a fella have to do around here to get a drink?

Why? So they let me in.

the great man finished the game before sailing into the channel

It's a start, Stan.

Eileen, I did a year and a half of horticulture.

Went through the same thing ourselves.

Any other suggestions?

This game can't be declared a walkover

See you round, Bernie.

That was when footy was played on a Saturday arvo.

And a deadset knockout in pantaloons.

Len: Well done, fellas. We're through to the third round.

What did you say?

Yeah. It's time you learned.