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] I just found the thread, I’d also like to make it. How come you didn’t tell me Simon?Rgd’s
Mike
Subject: Rugby League Recruit
A rather desperate Paul Langmack, coach of the South Sydney Rabbitohs, gets wind of a potential new young recruit who lives in Iraq.
The club has inspirational leader George Piggins catch a plane to war torn Baghdad and track down the young boy.
George risks life and limb dodging bombs, bullets, and grenades but finally funds the boy and convinces him to come to Australia. He does a full pre-season, plays in all the practice matches and gets picked on the bench in first grade for the first premiership game of the year.
Ten minutes into the first half, Bryan Fletcher goes down with a severe knee injury, Langmack turns to the boy and says “this is it son, go into the second row and show us what you can do”.
The boy proceeds to play the greatest debut game in NRL history. He scores two tries, tops the tackle count, and kicks the winning goal after the siren from the sideline.
The Rabbits chair him off the ground and give him three cheers back in the rooms. Langmack tells the team what the boy from Iraq has been through and that he is a model lesson for all.
Langmack then pulls the boy aside and says “go into my office son, ring your Mother and tell her what you did today”.
He proceeds to do so. “Mum”, he says down the phone, “guess what I did today?”
“I don’t care what you did today”, his Mother replies. “I tell you what happened here today”, she goes on.
“Your Dad was stabbed and robbed, the house was fire bombed, our car blown up, your sister raped and your brother’s been abducted”.
“Gee”, says the boy. “I feel a bit responsible for what happened.”
His Mother replies, “so you should be, if it wasn’t for you we would never have moved to Redfern”.
Tyr this one.
I went to the store the other day, and I was in there for only about 5 minutes.
When I came out there was a damn motorcycle cop writing a parking ticket.
So I went up to him and said, “Come on, buddy, how about giving a guy a break?”
He ignored me and continued writing the ticket. So I called him a pencil-necked Nazi.
He glared at me and started writing another ticket for having worn tyres! So I called him a piece of horse s**t.
He finished the second ticket and put it on the windshield with the first. Then he started writing a third ticket!
This went on for about 20 minutes. The more I abused him, the more tickets he wrote. I didn’t care.
My car was parked around the corner.
I try to have a little fun each day.
Regards,
Mike
] I just found the thread, I’d also like to make it. How come you didn’t tell me Simon?
