The game is played by posh homosexuals who enjoy thrusting each other face down into the mud. No one ever runs more than 5 yards without getting smashed into, and you hardly ever see the ball because it’s always under a mountain of bodies. Remember when you were at school and a couple of kids were pretend scrapping, then someone shouted “bundle”, and the entire playground piled on top? Throw a ball in the middle of that lot, and get the ref to arbitrarily penalise various people for infringement of some completely incomprehensible rules, and you’ve got rugby.
Worked for an insurance firm In The North West and the owner was a big rugby man, he essentially part owned a rugby club in the area. He would hire these fellas, cos many of them were thick as pig ****, into the company and they'd often work in the sales department. Never met a bigger bunch of closeted queers in all my days, touching muscles, flirting. If you worked out, and happen to be a decent height like me, they'd come up "have you ever considered it mate?great build for it, just get a bit bigger and..." One of the most uncomfortable working environments I've ever had to endure. Proper weirdos.
Where the fook is he, thought he'd have crept back in the house by now, like the pussy he is? Hopefully if he comes back @Welshie will piss off again.
Chaos aint been seen since Monday. Chaos does not know how to calm down, so it says to me he's hiding behind another account. Everytime Chaos disappears it's as if by magic @Welshie always appears. I trust no fooker
Welshie not liking Rugby is almost an Oxymoron ... another possibility is that it is good old HIAG ... an alternative spelling of 'Welchie' would certainly appeal to his sense of humour ... or maybe I just over think things at times
You boys gotta lay off the drugs. Paranoia setting in. To be perfectly blunt I just don't like his cries for attention, it's embarrassing. So I avoid the place. Can't avoid it on the Newcastle board.
