I received an email today.
In no way can I verify its authenticity.
However, my journalistic integrity means I must repeat this email in full:
Dear arse muncher,
I’m fucken quitting. I’ve had enough. Fuck Hilditch, Hohns and all of them. They can all burn in hell. I was told explicitly that I was to fill any vacancy by any Tasmanian cocksucker that was injured, but now Hilfy breaks down and they pick Clint McKay. Now I like Clint, I taught him everything he knows, but why have the imitator when you can have the original. The selectors know I can open the bowling, I am Brad fucken Hodge, I can do everything. Cocksuckers. I’ll still make my money in the IPL and show the world my true talents. As for you, you abusive cunt, fuck you. You talk up every fucken Victorian out there and just take the piss out of me every fucken chance you get. You bastard. Always picking and talking shit, I fucken hate you.
Brad
Poetic.





There just aren’t enough bit-part offspinners opening the bowling these days.
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