| 00:00 - 00:03 | After the first day's play, a few Tally boys went to the club for a drink |
| 00:04 - 00:05 | Others fed the poker machines... |
| 00:05 - 00:07 | ...while several played Roulette & Blackjack. |
| 00:08 - 00:12 | Before dinner a few went out for a smoke |
| 00:12 - 00:15 | And here is where Humma sparked up a doobie in the gaming area |
| 00:17 - 00:19 | Ha! Humma the cheeky bastard. |
| 00:19 - 00:21 | At least no harm was done. |
| 00:24 - 00:26 | My Fuhrer... |
| 00:27 - 00:28 | Humma... |
| 00:31 - 00:33 | Humma was taken away by the cops. |
| 00:34 - 00:36 | He cant play and the club has banned him for 12 months |
| 00:53 - 00:58 | All the Carlton supporters who were talking premierships after Rd 4 please get out. |
| 01:13 - 01:15 | I've told you he needs supervision |
| 01:15 - 01:17 | 24/7 adult supervision!!! |
| 01:18 - 01:23 | For 60 years Pundi has tried looking after him and failed. |
| 01:25 - 01:28 | I've told you Rhino needs to be onto him. |
| 01:29 - 01:31 | He's got the experience of supervision |
| 01:31 - 01:34 | He spends his days watching surveillance videos.... |
| 01:34 - 01:37 | of dogs shitting on his green! |
| 01:37 - 01:40 | So keeping Humma in check would have been childs play. |
| 01:40 - 01:42 | My Fuhrer you're making too much of it.... |
| 01:42 - 01:46 | Too much of it? They called the cops you dumb cunt! |
| 01:46 - 01:48 | My Fuhrer, even the cops were laughing about it. |
| 01:48 - 01:52 | Of course they were! Did Humma get his stash back? |
| 01:53 - 01:54 | They went to bed with the fucking munchies! |
| 01:56 - 01:57 | The best clubs in Victoria descend upon Moama... |
| 01:57 - 02:00 | ...to compete in the state's premier pennant tournament... |
| 02:00 - 02:03 | You lot were just there for an end of season piss up! |
| 02:04 - 02:08 | The lady from the Caravan Park is coming to see me now |
| 02:08 - 02:13 | ...you cunts choofed that much there was a 3 foot cloud in one of the cabins |
| 02:14 - 02:16 | And the bastard brought on fucking rain! |
| 02:17 - 02:21 | It caused flooding and now we've lost our bond |
| 02:27 - 02:29 | You cunts told me we played our last game on grass |
| 02:30 - 02:34 | How the fuck was I to know you meant the hash! |
| 02:34 - 02:36 | Isn't the piss enough? |
| 02:41 - 02:42 | For years.... |
| 02:43 - 02:47 | For years i've been pressured for our lack of gender diversity. |
| 02:48 - 02:53 | And maybe this would never have happened if we had women to control you all. |
| 02:54 - 02:56 | Soft cocks from other clubs wait for their wives to leave the room... |
| 02:56 - 02:59 | ...before telling me how good Tally is for having no women. |
| 03:00 - 03:02 | But maybe I should start recruiting them to the club. |
| 03:04 - 03:07 | Dont stress. That will never happen. |
| 03:14 - 03:16 | The weekend has been a disaster. |
| 03:19 - 03:23 | Lost out bond, early tournament elimination and banned from a club. |
| 03:25 - 03:26 | At least the $20 I gave Moo... |
| 03:31 - 03:33 | ...at least he would have won me some money. |
| 03:40 - 03:46 | Humma is gonna live off this story for fucking years now. |
| 03:46 - 03:49 | And he doesnt even have to add his usual dollop of mayo. |
| 03:53 - 03:56 | Jim Guthrie is a cunt. |
