Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

As I said, a true revealer of character.
Bernie Fowler wouldn't give us a wave if he owned the ocean.
Tell you the truth, it wasn't all bad.
Great. Only one more sleep.
What are you doing? Just polishing my bowls, len.
Ok. Cheers.
May I ask what's in your containers?
I have to what?
Anyhow, we got most of their members
“Hope all's well.”
Dave: This is a great game.
Oh, yeah. Clear as a bell.
That's the highest accolade you can be paid by the skip.
Well, son, that's a matter of some debate.
It's the man himself, Edward inchley.
We're out, thanks to you.
It's wrong.
Stan was actually unconscious when that bowl came to rest.
normally I'd like to welcome them aboard myself personally,
Man: The thrust of what I think
And that's why you blokes are such excellent bowlers.
I can understand your resistance to all this, len.
The details are a bit sketchy,
He's right, Edgar.
Hey! Everyone! No, don't do that, Jack.
Jack Simpson has rewritten the rule books.
It's bandied about a bit too casually for my liking.
our virtual customer service centre.
Men's fours? We can hardly field a team.
Nothing. Why?
We had a good arrangement for five years.
Maybe not a favourite son, but a son nevertheless.
Stan: Upset the owner.
Stan: Everybody can bowl, Jack.
They finally raised the price of beer at the club,
Lovely sandwiches, ladies.
I'm sorry, ladies and gentlemen,
Are you saying there's a rat in the ranks?
You have to buy lunch here. Caterers' contract.
Jack, seeing as how you're so interested in our fundraising,
It's been going a long time.
Cliff, you take the mat.
Well, we're aware of our financial position.
He's already on the bus.
That's what I most admire about cliff.
A bit off the back and sides when you get a minute, pal.
So how much are you gonna charge tomorrow
Dave: 17 - heads full of brylcreem.
“and thrash the spaniard too.”
Just telling you the way it is.
I've entered us in the men's fours tournament,
The mad hatter's off tap, queen mum's got one in the line.
“we've still got time to finish this game,
Dave?
The baking competition's under way.
Some nights, when we're in the mood,
to set up free heroin clinics.
Wait until you try the heavy stuff, son.
But they did.
What is that?
Uh-uh. All aled out after Stan's home-brew.
He's banned for life.
Has it?
You're at all the games, expert on the rules,
Genuine 1972 prices
Nance: Go for it, Dave.
Yeah. Crackerjack.
If anyone needs me, I'll be behind the bar.
which infuriated norm.
Ha hal
I reckon it's the best I've ever seen.
And Mark my words, heads will roll.
I like your style, Jack.
Imagine if you had, say, three of them.
for the cultivation and sale of marijuana.
Rules are rules, ida. I'm going to have my say.
She's the, um... bowls reporter.
It was a pretty heavy downpour too, I might add.
Yeah, alright then.
Legs 11.
Len: The no pokies route.
Well done, mate. Good on ya, Jack.
Jack: On you, Dave!
Drinks, ladies? Three Shirley temples, please.
Norm: Oh, yeah.
Besides, beaut day for a roll.
I've gotta go, really. Jack
Thank you. Well done again.
But if you can't handle the heat, get out of the kitchen.
Bit of a green thumb?
These bowls are shithouse.
Come on, big fella.
Noted, love. Noted.
What are you doing, Gwen?
Stan: Ah, no, no.
The Flipper
And you know what, son,
Think they're giving you the wind-up, Stan. 'Scuse I.
Stan: No, there's not.
Thank you, thank you.
Hey, Nance.
We would've collapsed
They're my underpants.
Right? Yes.
so there are a couple of matters I'd like to address
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