What do you reckon, that pink electric cake maker shaped like a donut (but didn't really make donuts) could be the real deal maker in the end - odd how things turn out, isn't it?
Funny thing is, on the one hand you've got a player (who got tired of getting concrete injections into his arse at Essendon) down on the farm leading the goal scoring for the team. Week in, week out, Leroy just slots them through - most of the time after winning the ball himself. On the other hand, you've got Head Office scratching the numbers to see if they can offer seven figures a year to a Bigger Leroy up in Strippers Paradise.