Rugby? Oh that's some kinda game thing innit?
nah, can't say I follow it...
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8 comments:
Really? I thought that J might need to offer you some counselling.... or maybe a bottle of something!
I sure as hell could use something - perhaps the ref's head on a platter?
R
Yeah. Reckon I'm giving up on the rugger too.
N
R - that would mean finding the ref - he couldnt hide the fact that he was a bit on the pale side some would say he looked a bit undead - all of which would suggest that we would be looking in the wrong places if we were to look for him above ground. Gosh it almost sounds like an excuse for a Homeric type quest....
S.
I reckon you should hunt out Mr Brown when you're away, just to have a chat, all friendly-like...
Dark days, dark dark days
J
Have found the ref hiding out on a little known web-site
going cheap!
somehow I just dont think he's worth it though, it might be a better idea to take a leaf from this book and find some appropriate projectiles :)
I recommended a good ol' fashioned lynching in my text to B yesterday.
Revenge is healthy; so saith the psychiatrist.
J
Bollocks, re-read my post from earlier. Clearly an under-caffeinated effort - Barnes, not Brown...you all know who I mean, that damn blue-eyed, blinkered idiot who destroyed the hopes, dreams and aspirations of a tiny little island nation. Nooo! (Homeric arms raised towards skies, general complaints against whirlpools and sirens etc etc)
J
Lynching's too quick, J. How about a tar-and-feather, followed by a nice long hang-draw-and-quarter? Oh, and don't forget to include the IRB idiot who said that the touch judges weren't allowed to tell the ref if there was a forward pass (so heard I today).
Grrrr. Grrr. Grrr.
S, I think you might have a point there. Maybe we actually need to shoot him with a silver bullet and bury him facedown with a stake through his heart, or something equally exotic.
Grrrr. Grrrrrrrr. GRRRRRRRRRRRRR. Down with the Poms!!!!
R
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