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Post by GhostMod 5000 on Sept 18, 2015 13:04:31 GMT -6
If I pulled off someone's helmet and found a huge fucking pasty ginger staring me in the face, my fight or flight instinct would trigger immediately. I would do whatever possible to keep him from consuming my soul.
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Post by A boy named Sioux on Sept 18, 2015 13:50:32 GMT -6
Looks like assault to me.
That's why I played rugby, no helmets to get your dome bashed in with.
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Post by kirksfupa on Sept 18, 2015 20:00:45 GMT -6
Looks like assault to me. That's why I played rugby, no helmets to get your dome bashed in with. The only Rugby you played was a battle between you and your tickle me Elmo doll. |
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Post by A boy named Sioux on Sept 18, 2015 20:33:47 GMT -6
Not at all true. I was once the director of the Norf Dakota rugby union. I also played at a pretty high level while living in Chicagoland.
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Post by Plez Azkins on Sept 19, 2015 6:56:47 GMT -6
If I pulled off someone's helmet and found a huge fucking pasty ginger staring me in the face, my fight or flight instinct would trigger immediately. I would do whatever possible to keep him from consuming my soul. Bro, your soul is already toast. |
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