Duncan Fletcher - Coming to a Rugby team near you.

http://news.bbc.co.uk/sport1/hi/rugby_union/7086440.stm

"I love my rugby, I would rather watch rugby than cricket. I'm passionate about it, it's a game I would like to have been involved in."

I don't know about everybody else but I've just about had it with this floppy jawed goon and his constant spouting. Shut up man. Just shut up.

I'm sure, were he a member of this board, he'd feel the same about you.

Dunc?

Dello wrote:I'm sure, were he a member of this board, he'd feel the same about you.

That's harsh Dello.

But, oh, so fair . . .

Fair would have been if he had done you, schweinhund.

Silly subi . . .

Unwashed Aussie.

Unmannered, uncultured, or uneducated I'll accept, but not unwashed. Us Aussies are a clean bunch.

Not really. You and the Poms are all alike to me.

Us whiteys all look the same.

At this point I feel strangely compelled to start a death dance, accompanied by ululations and high pitched but hypnotic chant of 'death to you feranghee'.

On the other hand I could read a good book.

This might help . . .


https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=LbvP7dT3Dx0

Fark off I'm not even going to click that link.

Mark Nicholas - Coming soon.

You already have, I'm sure . . . just too embarrassed to admit to being done again by an unwashed, uneducated Aussie rednaeck . . .

Look I know MN has always wanted to be an Aussie Redneck, but the less of that the better please, Tacky.

DJ_Smerk wrote:Look I know MN has always wanted to be an Aussie Redneck, but the less of that the better please, Tacky.

That response was to furry, you moron . . .

My response was to tacky....fool....

Oh dear, let me rephrase that:

baa baa baaaahhh baa bababa baaa baaaahhhhh!

Got it?

No. Watch your mouth Pal, your getting in hot Water.

a bit like Duncan Felcher.

Dello wrote:I'm sure, were he a member of this board, he'd feel the same about you.

Yes. He might. But then again, he might not. I tend to believe it'd be the later. We'd get on like a house on fire. I'd tell him tales of Giles's arm ball long into the night. In return he'd let me attach a tyre swing to his jowels and I'd charge 50p a go to other forum members. He'd be happy, I'd be rich. We'd have the time of our lives.

But then, one dark night, I'd probably stab him in the face and write a book about hiim betraying me by prostituting his loose chin skin to "that whore JKlever".