I've been called a lot of things over the duration, but there's one thing I wouldn't want thrown at me, because it would stick like Spiderman after eating a glue sandwich.
Call me a knob, call me a wanker, call me an asshole, a dickhead, call me a cock-smoking knuckle-shuffler. Just don't call me a chair-sniffer.
Even Chris Judd would struggle to shake that tag!
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I was in Western Australia last week and if it wasn't for this bloke and Chris Judd there wouldn't have been a newspaper.
Amazing stuff. I don't know how a chair would have been a substitute for some used undies! The man is a deviate.
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