I picked cheese on toast cause Sevens weren't an option.
Spot on.Union gets my vote.
Rugby League is too much like American Football for my liking.
Union is better but League is still a very good game to watch.Union gets my vote.
Rugby League is too much like American Football for my liking.
It is but for the purposes of the internet we can't admit that. Its always better to be divisive.Union is better but League is still a very good game to watch.
Well in that case.......Union is by far the superior game and League is for lads who think domestic violence isn't enough exercise.It is but for the purposes of the internet we can't admit that. Its always better to be divisive.
Union gets my vote.
Rugby League is too much like American Football for my liking.
Defo. The small wool town dwelling peroxide headed ear ring wearing fat sweaty girl slapping beauts.Well in that case.......Union is by far the superior game and League is for lads who think domestic violence isn't enough exercise.
At least with League, they get up and crack on with the next 'play'. In AF, they all return to the bench, spend 15 mins discussing what they'll do, then run around for 10 secs, fall on the floor, and repeat ad nauseum.Union gets my vote.
Rugby League is too much like American Football for my liking.
Betraying your wool routes here
Yeah, that's all them league fans we were arguing with just now piped down. Good work .Defo. The small wool town dwelling peroxide headed ear ring wearing fat sweaty girl slapping beauts.
GOT prevails again mate.Yeah, that's all them league fans we were arguing with just now piped down. Good work .
This is a true story.
In the mid-70's in uni, I was on my average weekend drink your way up and down Kirkwood routine with a couple of mates in Bloomington. Some music act I wanted to see was at The Bluebird, but the crowd was out the front door, and we decided to swerve that and slake our thirst at the jock bar across the street. The women's rugby team was celebrating a victory in traditional form, we understand. The capstone of the evening was when six of them spelled out I-N-D-I-A-N-A-R-U-G-B-Y by hanging their bare butts over the edge of the balcony.
One letter per cheek. These were honey badger girls. Impressed, we left the bar and went across the street to enjoy the next set.
Things like that stick in the memory.