Cold Ale - The Blokes' Thread!

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Now look here - as rugby shows us, grown men grabbing each other by the crotch is not necessarily gay.

Pool? Slip?

I'm getting subliminal messages here.

You didn't really say that Daniels' bloke's name did you? It's a bit like he-who-must-not-be-named in Harry Potter.

Well, if Atheist says that men grabbing each other by the crotch is not gay; then it's not gay...
How about women rugby players, is it gay when they grab each other by the crotch

Well, I decided to bring my bubble bath for your hot tub instead; then, maybe a little cool night swimming when mom, dad, and the kids have all closed their eyes...
Oh yes, there's a fellow in the Harry Potter movie, he takes alot of baths...he does baths as Cedric, he gets washed as a pilot, I think he even does a bath as a vampire...I might invite him over; though he really looks better in full garb...Some people just look better fully clothed

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I know I do.

[The Atheist]

Well, if Atheist says that men grabbing each other by the crotch is not gay; then it's not gay...
How about women rugby players, is it gay when they grab each other by the crotch

No, not gay at all.

But very interesting to male rugby players!

Well, I decided to bring my bubble bath for your hot tub instead; then, maybe a little cool night swimming when mom, dad, and the kids have all closed their eyes...
Oh yes, there's a fellow in the Harry Potter movie, he takes alot of baths...he does baths as Cedric, he gets washed as a pilot, I think he even does a bath as a vampire...I might invite him over; though he really looks better in full garb...Some people just look better fully clothed

Most of the ones over 40 for starters.

[jocky]

I know I do.

Yes, dungarees, wellies, woolly hat, and monacle are considered to be fatally attractive in Yorkshire.

But very interesting to male rugby players!

Speaking of rugby we are playing a young ladies fifteen shortly. I am obviously playing tight head prop. The scrum should be very interesting. I, of course, will report on the outcome shortly.

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I know I do.

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Most of the ones over 40 for starters.

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I'm standing in line for a "surrogate body"; I think I'll do a tall Dolly Parton...

[The Atheist]

Speaking of rugby we are playing a young ladies fifteen shortly. I am obviously playing tight head prop. The scrum should be very interesting. I, of course, will report on the outcome shortly.

You just want to get close to the hooker.

[prendrelemick]

Ah memories! As a callow youth I played in a Girls vs Boys rugby match. (We had to hop with the ball as a handicap.) As the game progressed we began to realise the possibilities, and stopped passing the ball to each other, prefering to be caught and jumped upon by hoards pubescent girls in gym skirts. It was the only time I ever saw wingers being prepared to ruck and maul.(We lost about 80-0)
I entered the fray as a boy and came from the field a man.

[jocky]

Well people I am sending my report from the local accident and emergency ward. The match did not go as planned. To paraphrase Mick ' I entered the fray as a man and came from the field a eunoch.' Everything was gong well until we won the put in at the first scrum. I looked at my opposite number, God she was a stunner , as we were about to get to grips she ran her tongue seductively over her top lip and said to me in a husky voice ' Jocky you have dropped your contact lens '. As I bent to pick it up she kicked me in the groin and kneed me in the face. The stupid thing was I dont even have contact lenses. When will I ever learn ?

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So the old adage that rugby is a game played by men with funny shaped balls, is proven true.

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I and Mrs. Jocky are holding a candlelight vigil

[jocky]

Praying for my demise will do you no good whatsoever. I have too much to live for, and besides, who would look after my pigeons ?

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Praying for my demise will do you no good whatsoever. I have too much to live for, and besides, who would look after my pigeons ?

Oh no, Mrs Jocky was praying for what you lost on the rugby field that fateful day; and I, in an outpouring of feminine comradery was holding a candle at her side

[Gilliatt Gurgle]

...passing the ball to each other, prefering to be caught and jumped upon by hoards pubescent girls in gym skirts...
...I entered the fray as a boy and came from the field a man.

...opposite number, God she was a stunner... As I bent to pick it up she kicked me in the groin and kneed me in the face...

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Gentlemen and lady, I apologize for being absent for such an extended period time. You see, I was down in central Texas selling rocks to a quarry.

Reminds me of the time when I was a young whipper snapper playing tether ball on the school grounds and had my innards nearly turned inside out. While in the midst of a heated round, I punched the ball and as I plotted the trajectory with prideful eyes, a sudden fear came over me. The orbit was on a collision course with the head of the biggest ten year old sow you’ve ever seen. All of a sudden, I was being wrenched out of the game by a lock of my hair. While holding my head down with her left, doubled over, she proceeded to punch me in the gut with her right, lifting me off the ground with each shot.
The bells rang and as all headed back to class; I was left propped up against the pole with the tether chain wrapped around me. God those were glorious times!

By the way Jocky,
Don’t you fret over your sky r…, I mean pigeons. I’ll be happy to look after them.

Aside: reminder to self - Clean the Browning, pick up a box of 12 gauge buckshot, oh, and of course a flask of Wild Turkey.

Gilliatt

[The Atheist]

I entered the fray as a boy and came from the field a man.

Ah, the good old days when boys and girls were allowed to play in free, unihibited manner.

Teenage pregnancies put an end to it.

Aside: reminder to self - Clean the Browning, pick up a box of 12 gauge buckshot, oh, and of course a flask of Wild Turkey.

Gilliatt

Buckshot?

Bird shot, surely?

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(green laughing smilie)

Gentlemen and lady, I apologize for being absent for such an extended period time. You see, I was down in central Texas selling rocks to a quarry.

Reminds me of the time when I was a young whipper snapper playing tether ball on the school grounds and had my innards nearly turned inside out. While in the midst of a heated round, I punched the ball and as I plotted the trajectory with prideful eyes, a sudden fear came over me. The orbit was on a collision course with the head of the biggest ten year old sow you’ve ever seen. All of a sudden, I was being wrenched out of the game by a lock of my hair. While holding my head down with her left, doubled over, she proceeded to punch me in the gut with her right, lifting me off the ground with each shot.
The bells rang and as all headed back to class; I was left propped up against the pole with the tether chain wrapped around me. God those were glorious times!

By the way Jocky,
Don’t you fret over your sky r…, I mean pigeons. I’ll be happy to look after them.

Aside: reminder to self - Clean the Browning, pick up a box of 12 gauge buckshot, oh, and of course a flask of Wild Turkey.

Gilliatt

My god, man, I'd stay away from those rugby tarts; you could lose both of your boys that way...

Ah, the good old days when boys and girls were allowed to play in free, unihibited manner.

Teenage pregnancies put an end to it.

I think uninhibited snogging is safer, don't you?

Buckshot?

Bird shot, surely?