Max Burford Is Bedridden With A Back Injury From Footy!

Max Burford Is Bedridden With A Back Injury From Footy!

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Episode Transcript

Speaker 1 (00:00):
Well, it's only been me this morning. Max Burfett is
on the sick list, so button pushing Burjo is with us.
But it looks like we have finally tracked down mister Burford.

Speaker 2 (00:10):
Come in, Max, Hello, good morning.

Speaker 3 (00:14):
How are we?

Speaker 1 (00:16):
Oh, we're doing better than you. Now just tell everybody
what you've done.

Speaker 3 (00:21):
I cannot believe that I have to say. This is
a thirty two year old man, but I have absolutely
cooked my back, which I was really hoping I wouldn't
have to do until I was about fifty two at least.
But yeah, I've had I've had.

Speaker 2 (00:36):
An injury at football and I currently can't really walk.
MAXI is the real pain, the back pain or the
loss that you suffered the first loss in forty games
for the C grade at pac and that did really sting,
And it's stung being in extra time and I was
laying on the sideline convulsing because I couldn't get on

(00:58):
the field and my back was in pain, and I'm
watching our Rutman Russia behind to put them in front
with a minute left on the clock, and I'm going
this is the worst day.

Speaker 3 (01:07):
Of my life. To be honest, if you're on the field,
would you have lost. Oh no, he would have won
one hundred point.

Speaker 1 (01:15):
Well the good things he's no longer? Can you bag
me about being old? Dear sir, welcome to the club.

Speaker 2 (01:23):
Oh god, it is such a nightmare. I'm alive that
my wife has been fantastic, but she's gone to work,
which means that I'm on my own with the dog
for the day. And I have a walking stick here,
which is an ice hockey stick. It's the only sort
of really stick thing I could find in our house.
And I am limping around in all sorts.

Speaker 1 (01:42):
I'm waiting to find out how Morris is an assistant
dog for you.

Speaker 3 (01:46):
He is doing atrociously. I saw on Friday. He's the
most anxiety ridden dog ever.

Speaker 2 (01:54):
He doesn't quite realize that I'm injured and don't want
to be moved, as evidenced by the fact that he
had just jumped on top of me.

Speaker 3 (02:02):
You apparently jump it on top of me. Want some lick?

Speaker 1 (02:05):
Okay, just just put the phone right next to your
dog Morris's ear for me.

Speaker 3 (02:09):
Yeah, here you go.

Speaker 1 (02:10):
Okay, Hey Morris, Max, Daddy Max? Was it good for
a walk? Do you want to go for a wok?

Speaker 3 (02:19):
N I can't do it.

Speaker 1 (02:21):
I can't. All right, Max, get back to healing. We'll
talk to you at some stage, we hope soon. In
the meantime, though, mate, I don't know if this makes
you feel better. We still have the giant boobs from
the front of the boob bus that took off on Friday.
I mean, do you want them, because we're trying to
work out what to do with them.

Speaker 2 (02:38):
Well, at the moment, I'm thinking if you put them
both together, it had become a giant sphere and I
could put my dog in the sphere get him off
of me for the next eight hours. Well, booms make
everything better, so we'll slip them over to you.

Speaker 1 (02:52):
All right, mane look after yourself in the meantime. Thirteen
one O two three. Seriously, after the amazing boom bus
where we took a hole he kancer survivors and their
besties to go and get tested down at Christy's Beach,
we have two giant paper machet boobs that are up
for grabs. What do we do with the Madelaide.

Speaker 3 (03:09):
Tell Us and your favorite saying, Ali is I went
to for this.

Speaker 1 (03:15):
I want some titties. You get some titties, You get
some titties. Oh my god, I'm like the worst Oprah
around