KIM DUTHIE… QUEEN OF THE TROLLS! DICKI-LEAKS!!!
Posted: December 23, 2010 by leroydragon in In The News
Tags: 17 year old school girl, AFL, DICKILEAKS, football, KIM DUTHIE, nick dal santo, NICK DEL SANTO, NICK REIWOLDT, nudes, SMALL DICKS, ST KILDA
*Edit. 21/2 – Queen Duthie is at it again!!! Seriously – best TROLL EVER!!!!! We commend you Queen Duthie with your efforts against the St Kilda Football Club and staff! Not happy with the Epic Lulz from Del Santo and Nicky Pin Dick, she has now turned the rage on St Kilda Manager Ricky Nixon!!!!! Who is next??? I cannot wait to post the nude pics of Ricky, that perm or whatever the fuck he is sporting is too good, bring on the n0000dz.
Everyone loves a good troll. And everyone I know hates football. So when someone trolls an AFL club, or players, or the WHOLE FUCKEN TEAM well here @ http://www.theangryfijian.com we call that shit LEGENDARY.
So Kim Duthie ( pictured below ) has scored all these pictures of St Kilda players playing with their willies and being generally gay. Not that this is a surprise, given that Molly Meldrum is the number 1 ticket holder, but anyway, its fucking LULZ all round for people like me, who like to see football players squirming their sleazy little arises off on the front page of the paper.
Being the super snoop that I am.. I managed to track downs Kim twitter account, and Im going to be following the circus, and of course, posting the pictures that nobody will post. Here is a couple:
You would hate to be these too small dicked wonders right now wouldn’t you!! Im sure there misses are beating their balls blue, and Im pretty sure, next year the St Kilda’s opposition is going to have plenty of ammo to sledge these motherfuckers into morbid depression that (fingers crossed) leads to a drug addicted career suicide.
St Kilda AFL captain Nick Riewoldt, Zac Dawson and Nick Dal Santo.. suck fucken shit. Hope your little fuck ups get you one step closer to a real job.
Crank some fucking Double Dragon while you are here:
The drummer from Rose Funeral want’s in on these shenanigans too http://www.thegauntlet.com/article/3915/20739/Rose-Funeral-drummer-wants-you-to-see-his-penis-(NSFW).html
As does Mike Patton.
All this voyeuristic prurient interest in the girl’s looks detracts from the central issue of why the AFL tolerates the breach of it’s own Child Protection Policy 2009, which along with the AFL Code of Conduct, enshrined the AFL Membership Policy, tells us that the more things change under Demetrious’ watch, the more they stay the same.
the reason there was so much legal action is because one of the suppressed photos showed one of the players performing oral sex on another.supposedly one of those photos is the first of a series leading up to the climax.if you know anyone who works at a tv station or newspaper,ask them as they are being shared privately.the girl apparently sent all the photos to all the media outlets,thats why the original story of the miami hotel room quietly went away
fuck you says:
you people are fucked if you think this is right or ar suppporting her sure i hate afl and think its gay but this isnt right oh and as for the comments about them getting a job fuck you lets see you run around and do there job. also how how is rugby any different just seems to be more touching in it and less physical fittness seriously you people should be ashamed of yourselves
HAHA HAVE YOU SEEN THIS PICTURE? http://t3.gstatic.com/images?q=tbn:xppPCk3icPi1iM:http://s3.amazonaws.com/twitpic/photos/full/215732297.jpg?AWSAccessKeyId=0ZRYP5X5F6FSMBCCSE82&Expires=1293596947&Signature=8smEdCHBymZJCH6%2BBt6mfqZbti4%3D&t=1
LOL, hadn’t but.. ew, haha
Eh, we’ll see what happens.
WINFIELD RED’S 25′s, was about a 35 a day… now maybe 15 a day.
haha. *rolls eyes*
you gave so many women hope, now you are just as bad as the players you wanted to expose. shame on you for pretending you would change things. now you’ve just proven exactly what you wanted to stop, the afl having complete power… so sad.
I just really needed a place to stay..
Do you know what it’s like to stay on the streets?
Do you know what it’s like to not be able to eat for a few days because you have no money?
if you like older men you should like me as am a bit more than twice your age…if you looking at spending time in adelaide let me know, at least still counts me as one of the 1 out of 10 people who like you and comment lol !!
why did you settle i feel like you let down a whole bunch of women who wanted you to carry the torch of train!
I’m Sorry.. I feel sort of the same way
Considering I’ve been to about 3 parties in my life?
I’ve been going out clubbing since I was about 14/15.. So tell me when – Inbetween running 7 days a week and clubbing I managed to fit a party in?
footballers are all cock heads that treat women like shit…more people like you should try to show the world what they are really like….you are very sexy
All the things I can’t explain…
I know you wanna be together, and I wanna spend the night with you.. yeah yeah… with you-oo yeah yeahh, so come with me tonight we can make the night last foreveeerrrr
oh, oh… Let’s pretend you’re mine… We could just pretend, we could just pretend.. yeah yeah… you got what I like, you got what I like, I got whatcha like.. oh cmon… just one taste and you’ll want more… SO TELL ME WHAT YOU’RE WAITING FOR!!!!
*Guitar Solo……* comeeee babyyy we aint gonna live foreveeerrrrr, let me show you all the things that we could dooooo.
yeah CBF writing anymore. ahah.
If you had sex with the footballers on march 27 that would mean the baby wouldn’t be due until about January 27 meaning they could not be the father of the child. correct
Um…. that was my duedate…
Kim Kim Kim……run away with me and we’ll leave Australia behind and we’ll travel the world and have a drink in every bar
that sounds amazing haha
im not going to answer that…
HEY Hey It’s Saturday went out with a bang last night as it benefited from a live appearance by Kylie Minogue.
The first hour of Hey Hey averaged a healthy 1.032 million viewers nationally.
Hey Hey was easily beaten by Ten’s MasterChef juggernaut (2.467 million) but smashed Seven’s World’s Strictest Parents (740,000).
Will you watch Hey Hey when it moves back to Saturday evenings in October? Have your say below.
The Kylie-factor kicked in at 8.30pm when MasterChef finished.
Hey Hey averaged 1.313 million in its second hour to beat the ABC’s The Gruen Project (1.280 million) and Ten’s Lie To Me (1.171 million).
Hey Hey crushed Seven’s City Homicide (808,000).
Opposition leader Tony Abbott appeared as a guest judge on the Red Faces segment last night.
Daryl Somers announced at the end of last night’s show that Hey Hey would shift into a Saturday night time slot when it returns in October.
The final trio are set to face their most daunting challenge on Thursday night’s episode of the Channel 10 cooking show.
Liaw, Hann and Winton Burn will be cooking a three-course meal for Australia’s Governor-General, Quentin Bryce, and 30 guests at Government House.
Who do you think should win MasterChef? Tell us in the comments below
MasterChef Australia co-executive producer Margaret Bashfield said it was a nervous time for everyone involved with the show.
“This was one challenge where you definitely didn’t want anything to go wrong,” Ms Bashfield said.
“The feedback we got from the Governor-General after the challenge was that she was very pleased, which was a huge relief.”
One contestant is eliminated after tonight’s challenge, leaving the final two for Sunday’s finale.
Hann, who a month ago was considered a rank outsider to make the final, has firmed over recent days. Judge Gary Mehigan is full of praise for the 20-year-old student.
Mehigan says that in time, Hann has the potential to be one of Australia’s finest chefs.
“He is a sponge. He takes on board everything that we teach him and he goes away and practices it,” Mehigan said.
Seervai is to open an Indian restaurant in November.
The 31-year-old wants to be known as Australia’s curry king and will open his Jimmy’s Spice Kitchen in Sydney’s Surry Hills.
Seervai reckons he laughs every time someone says he can only make curries and criticises his cooking for being one-dimensional.
“I actually want people to think I’m a one-trick pony because it (Indian cuisine) is the kind of food I’ll be focusing on,” Seervai said.
“If I’m known as the curry king who’s really bad at pasta, then that’s great.”
Seervai and his fiancee, Jem, are also set to have their first child in November.
Seervai failed last night’s challenge in which contestants prepared three dishes for a potential cookbook. Maggie Beer was the guest judge.
Seervai decided to ditch his usual Indian cuisine for dishes including a prawn bisque and cr agrme brulee.
“I took the risk of pushing myself too far and it was my demise,” Seervai says.
“The first thing I thought when they said it was a cookbook challenge was that curry looks terrible on the front of a cookbook. Half of this challenge was about what it looks like, not what it tastes like.”
Seervai dismisses any notion that he isn’t equipped to open his own restaurant.
Last week food identities including Stephanie Alexander, Maggie Beer and Adriano Zumba said that any of the MasterChef contestants who were planning on immediately opening restaurants or cafes were “fooling themselves”.
WHAT’S the most boring show on television?
What do caffeine-addled footy players watch when they’re waiting for the Valium to kick in? What enables harried mums to get fractious babies to slip into slumberland?
Wait, wait, wait. I’m not talking about the regular program – the five-nights-a-week phenomenon uniting families around the glowing hearth.
I mean the Friday night “Masterclass” variant of MasterChef, where contestants stand around learning the finer points of rhubarb crumble and snail porridge.
I love cooking and I proudly count myself among the millions of Australians who enjoy watching other enthusiastic foodies being challenged and tested and ritually humiliated over a hot stove on a nightly basis – but after an hour of Friday night Masterbore, I felt like I’d been on a drip of pure Colombian chamomile tea.
With the slightest effort I could have slipped into a Zen trance and begun levitating off the sofa.
I had a desperate desire to change the channel to see if Lateline was on yet, but all my muscles had begun to atrophy and my core temperature had dropped below the level necessary to sustain life.
As waves of dialogue lapped the edges of my consciousness, all I could do was stop my eyeballs from rolling back into my head.
“Can I use soy milk in this recipe?” asked contestant Jimmy Seervai, looking concerned on behalf of the hordes suffering silently through dairy-intolerant hell.
“George,” asked Adam Liaw thoughtfully, “not everyone’s got a cappuccino machine at home, so can you get a similar aeration of that anglaise and milk mixture in a bain-marie or something if you’re whisking hard enough?”
The producers were trying their best to introduce an element of drama, with slashes of aspirational bong-bong-bong music.
“The Chinese believe the number eight brings fortune,” said judge George Calombaris in an avuncular tone. “You’re the top eight amateur cooks in this country, battling it out.”
Chef Gary Mehigan murmured, “I love vanilla”, as a steaming pan of milk twinkled his eyelashes with tiny dew-droplets. “You can see why they use vanilla in perfumes, because it’s such a beautiful, beautiful smell.”
Oh, sorry, did you say something? I must have nodded off.
Where’s the drama? Why is nobody crying? Won’t someone pick up that meat-cleaver and fling it at the wall?
You may wonder why I submitted myself to the snooze-fest.
It was because, after last week’s shock-horror reaction to the eviction of the people’s princess, favourite contestant Marion Grasby, I thought it was worth examining the master stock that creates this incredible program.
The Friday night version is MasterChef in the raw, bringing together masters and apprentices to teach and learn.
Sorry, but it’s just not ever going to fly as prime-time television.
The Friday night style of collaborative, beard-stroking hugathon is warm and cosy, but it’s not going to make any money for the producers or the broadcasters.
It certainly won’t drag in the viewers, the syndication deals or the product-placement squillions, which ensure we all understand the importance of extra-thirsty kitchen towels for messy kitchen spills.
And this is the whole point of MasterChef – a point worth remembering when you’re enraged about how stagey and made up it is.
If you strip away the confected melodrama, the pseudo danger and tantric tension, the show isn’t really much fun at all. And that’s why MasterChef‘s essential elements are the dramatic music and the brutal evictions, the crazy two-minute challenges and the sprinting back and forth with flaming pans.
They’re all essential to the recipe.
Like it or not, they’re the reason you enjoy Masterchef.
So why do viewers get so angry when someone like Marion gets punted?
Look at the show from a cold business perspective and the strategy’s pretty obvious: build someone up as a favourite, promote her chances as heavily as possible, ensure she remains involved until at least the crucial final weeks, and then drop her like a soggy profiterole.
Brilliant! More page one photographs, more hits on the website – it’s all good news. Unless, of course, you happen to be the unfortunate Marion, or one of the remaining candidates, such as Aaron, who claims he’s afraid to leave his own front door lest he’s ambushed by some crazed fan wearing a chorizo-spattered tracksuit.
It might be tagged “reality television”, but in fact MasterChef‘s grip on reality is a bit like my grip on trigonometry – I know how to spell the word, but that’s about all.
The only real surprise is that anyone would expect such a successful franchise to be any different.
Having created the pattern with the 2009 series, MasterChef‘s producers are well aware of how to roll: the favourite contestant shouldn’t win every time.
That means there’s a sense of genuine risk every night. If I know the beautiful Eurasian chick is going to win every time, be she Poh Ying Leow of 2009 or Marion Grasby of 2010, I’ve got no real need to tune in.
Face it, fans: MasterChef is the new iSnack 2.0 – a massive try-on by a bunch of clever people who know exactly how to push Australians’ buttons.
Remember iSnack? It was the “new Vegemite” released by Kraft last year. The company held a competition to find the best name for their new product, a blend of Vegemite and cheese-flavoured whey protein compounds.
After announcing that iSnack 2.0 was the winning name, Kraft executives crawled under their desks and chortled together like schoolboys while the predictable tornado of outrage whirled around them.
“Oh dear, we appear to have made a dreadful mistake and we’re horrified that our product is on the front pages of every newspaper and dominating all forms of terrestrial media,” they eventually said, struggling to maintain straight faces.
Kraft announced another public poll to find a new name, which lodged more than 30,000 votes and resulted in the name “Vegemite Cheesybite” and another round of fuss and bluster.
See? Everyone wins.
MasterChef is a fabulous addition to our television landscape, I think.
It’s a clever, elaborate, largely positive program about talented people learning new things. It’s also a giant con — and that’s why we like it.
Facebook says doll with nipples is OK, restoring image on Victoria Buckley’s page – posted by andre di cioccio
“And while we believe the doll would benefit from clothing to protect her fair skin, we apologise for the mistake and encourage Victoria Buckley Jewellery to upload these photos again if they so choose.”
Facebook said “technical reasons” prevented it from restoring the photos on its own.
Facebook had previously shut down the page featuring the topless porcelain doll.
The doll features on a page advertising exclusive Sydney jewellery boutique, Victoria Buckley Jewellery.
“I’m delighted that Facebook has seen reason, and they are acknowledging that the images are acceptable,” Buckley told the Sydney Morning Herald this morning.
“However, I still haven’t heard from Facebook directly. I would love to be able to repost my original images, but I’m concerned that a single complaint in the future might be grounds for closure.
“The Facebook system is still very opaque and seems very arbitrary,” she said.
Facebook’s Statement of Rights and Responsibilities, which governs its relationship with users and those who interact with the site, specifies strict rules when it comes to risque content.
“You will not post content that: is hateful, threatening, or pornographic; incites violence; or contains nudity or graphic or gratuitous violence,” section seven of its safety section states.
Business owner Ms Buckley received six messages from Facebook saying: “Images have been removed”.
“We have removed your images, you’re in violation,” Ms Buckley said she was told.
But as Ms Buckley has a number of pages she was confused which images were removed.
In a bid not to further breach the social media giant’s rules, and lose her business’s social media portal with 2000 followers, she removed all pictures of the topless doll.
Ms Buckley made efforts to contact Facebook, but could not track down anyone.
She then started a new group called “Save Ophelia – exquisite doll censored by Facebook”, which was almost immediately shut down with no explanation.
This was despite her also removing the images from that page after another violation notice.
“I’m not trying to slag off Facebook, but I’m frustrated with this process,” Ms Buckley said.
“There’s not a lot of clarity about what is going on.
“I realise the images are a problem for Facebook, but the site was closed down overnight with no warning.”
Given there are 400 million Facebook users, it is through that reporting process that breaches were discovered, the public relations person said.
Although the Victoria Buckley Jewellery Facebook page still exists, the porcelain doll, which was judged to be showing too much flesh, has now been censored with a bold black rectangle across its tiny bust.
Lady Gaga has sparked outrage from Beatles fans after she was photographed playing John Lennon’s piano in a skimpy outfit.
Fans on Twitter turned on Lennon’s son Sean, who uploaded a photo onto his Twitter account showing Gaga playing on the famous white Steinway and Sons grand piano while wearing a short black negligee and fishnet stockings.
Lennon removed the photo after the barrage of criticism but defended the image posting.
“Pianos meant to be played. Why is everyone so uptight? What should we do, lock it away in a dusty room? So judgemental…” Lennon tweeted.
The angry tweets continued and Lennon encouraged incensed fans to “lighten up”.
“Life’s too short. There’s enough real problems in the world,” Lennon said.
Lennon then went onto explain that the piano had been given to his mother Yoko Ono and that his father was not as uptight as his critics.
He followed up that Tweet with a new photo of Lady Gaga performing on stage at Madison Square Garden in New York.
Gaga’s Twitter has remained silent about the piano photo.