Things that you rate!

[DOC]

Are they going or is it a ploy to get you out of the house?

[woodublieve12]

Are they going or is it a ploy to get you out of the house?

Get me out the house

[carey]

My wife and my mum surprised me with an early birthday present with tickets and flights to Saturdays game at the scg. Never been to the SCG before or seen the swans live in a final. Can't wait

Straight to king cross after the game? Lol.

Enjoy the footy mate.

[carey]

Footy training tonight for the GF Saturday. #keen

[MatteeG]

My wife and my mum surprised me with an early birthday present with tickets and flights to Saturdays game at the scg. Never been to the SCG before or seen the swans live in a final. Can't wait

Bandwaggoner....

[Wedgie]

Aussie dollar climbing, keep going for 6-8 weeks baby!

[mighty_tiger_79]

Hogging the punting syndicate. Coming up to my 4th week in succession

[Booney]

Going to meet a customer for a 10am meeting on a Friday in North Adelaide.

"Coffee, mate?" I ask.

"Sure" he says.

Walk out his front door, sun is shining, bird are chirping.

He says "Be ****** if it's a coffee you're buying me in this weather".

2 pints at the British later and this work stuff is bollocks.

[HH3]

Going to meet a customer for a 10am meeting on a Friday in North Adelaide.

"Coffee, mate?" I ask.

"Sure" he says.

Walk out his front door, sun is shining, bird are chirping.

He says "Be ****** if it's a coffee you're buying me in this weather".

2 pints at the British later and this work stuff is bollocks.

Maybe you should take your suppliers out for "coffees"...

[Booney]

And who would keep the office running?

[HH3]

And who would keep the office running?

Who gives a f**k?

[Wedgie]

Being in bed all day watching the IT crowd from start to finish.
Almost finished, then it will be pub time!

[am Bays]

Not necessarily referring to literally "rating" things, but just things that make you think "Hell yeah, I rate that!"

Kicking it off: I rate Tit Monday

Tit Monday:

This put it best. I didn't write it, for those who thought I did but i'll claim it if you want me to:

"Ah, Tit Monday. It's not that far off now...

That glorious day when, heading into work on the bus, or sitting on the train, you find yourself suddenly chirpier than you have been in months. You find yourself smiling at strangers again. There is a mild involuntary tumescence in your trousers that comes and goes throughout the morning with the comforting regularity of a heartbeat.

And then you get a text around lunchtime from a mate which says: "At last, Tit Monday!" And you instantly understand why you are so happy. For Tit Monday is that special day in the year when, for the first time, the temperature rises above that magical point which causes girls getting dressed in the morning to decide to show a bit of skin.

After months of dull colours and chunky knit, the world's birds suddenly dive into last summer's wardrobe (they've not had chance to buy this season's stuff) and chuck it on without a thought. Your urban landscape is suddenly lightened with acres of naked arm and leg and, after many dark months of burrowing, breasts rising to the surface like moles at dusk.

Big breasts in white work shirts straining at the buttons. Small breasts braless in vest tops, the nipples frotted by ribby fabrics. Breasts in summer dresses bouncing in the distance so that they catch your eye before you even notice there is someone wearing them. Breasts nudging out from the crowd at traffic islands, quivering to cross the road...

And you know it is nearly summer. For previous generations, the arrival of spring was heralded by the sound of the first cuckoo. For us, it is Tit Monday.

Not that it always falls on a Monday. Like Easter, Tit Monday is a moveable feast.

And then, of course, there is Tit Monday Night. You see, in early summer, temperatures drop off very dramatically when night falls. But the dollies are not prepared. Slightly stunned by the morning heat, they drag out the summer clothes but forget to bring a cardie (a mistake they will not make again until next year), so that when they're all standing outside the pub after work celebrating the arrival of spring, their barely covered nipples have no protection from the cold. It's like a Bring-and-Buy sale where everyone has brought hat pegs. It's like a prog-rock gig where, instead of lighters, everyone is holding up nipples.

So when will Tit Monday fall this year? Will you be the first to text your mates with the announcement? Do not shoot your bolt too early. There will be false starts. You will smell fresh cut grass and see a couple of early starters and feel compelled to declare Tit Monday. But your more level-headed friends will tell you to hold your horses, keep your powder dry, don't fire until you see the whites of their bra straps.

As the poet said: one bold Northern slapper in a bikini doth not a summer make."

Monday's looking promising......

http://www.bom.gov.au/sa/forecasts/adelaide.shtml

[Corona Man]

The thought that Friday afternoon frothies is just 45 minutes away!

[Corona Man]

My morning flight being put back by 45 minutes.... that deserves another beer in celebration.

[The Dark Knight]

Two A grade premierships for my club in six months.

[Lightning McQueen]

Been watching a few old episodes or All Aussie Adventures each night recently, love his determination.

[woodublieve12]

SCG on the weekend. Great time.

[Failed Creation]

Not necessarily referring to literally "rating" things, but just things that make you think "Hell yeah, I rate that!"

Kicking it off: I rate Tit Monday

Tit Monday:

This put it best. I didn't write it, for those who thought I did but i'll claim it if you want me to:

"Ah, Tit Monday. It's not that far off now...

That glorious day when, heading into work on the bus, or sitting on the train, you find yourself suddenly chirpier than you have been in months. You find yourself smiling at strangers again. There is a mild involuntary tumescence in your trousers that comes and goes throughout the morning with the comforting regularity of a heartbeat.

And then you get a text around lunchtime from a mate which says: "At last, Tit Monday!" And you instantly understand why you are so happy. For Tit Monday is that special day in the year when, for the first time, the temperature rises above that magical point which causes girls getting dressed in the morning to decide to show a bit of skin.

After months of dull colours and chunky knit, the world's birds suddenly dive into last summer's wardrobe (they've not had chance to buy this season's stuff) and chuck it on without a thought. Your urban landscape is suddenly lightened with acres of naked arm and leg and, after many dark months of burrowing, breasts rising to the surface like moles at dusk.

Big breasts in white work shirts straining at the buttons. Small breasts braless in vest tops, the nipples frotted by ribby fabrics. Breasts in summer dresses bouncing in the distance so that they catch your eye before you even notice there is someone wearing them. Breasts nudging out from the crowd at traffic islands, quivering to cross the road...

And you know it is nearly summer. For previous generations, the arrival of spring was heralded by the sound of the first cuckoo. For us, it is Tit Monday.

Not that it always falls on a Monday. Like Easter, Tit Monday is a moveable feast.

And then, of course, there is Tit Monday Night. You see, in early summer, temperatures drop off very dramatically when night falls. But the dollies are not prepared. Slightly stunned by the morning heat, they drag out the summer clothes but forget to bring a cardie (a mistake they will not make again until next year), so that when they're all standing outside the pub after work celebrating the arrival of spring, their barely covered nipples have no protection from the cold. It's like a Bring-and-Buy sale where everyone has brought hat pegs. It's like a prog-rock gig where, instead of lighters, everyone is holding up nipples.

So when will Tit Monday fall this year? Will you be the first to text your mates with the announcement? Do not shoot your bolt too early. There will be false starts. You will smell fresh cut grass and see a couple of early starters and feel compelled to declare Tit Monday. But your more level-headed friends will tell you to hold your horses, keep your powder dry, don't fire until you see the whites of their bra straps.

As the poet said: one bold Northern slapper in a bikini doth not a summer make."

Monday's looking promising......

http://www.bom.gov.au/sa/forecasts/adelaide.shtml

It may have been a false dawn; there was a scarcity of lady flesh at my workplace.

[The Bedge]

It may have been a false dawn; there was a scarcity of lady flesh at my workplace.

Today was looking promising this morning too