Posts by Joanna
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Its like dragging someone over 'hot coals', they resist and resist until then suddenly on reaching the otherside and learn 'it didnt hurt at all'.
Errr, I'm pretty sure it would hurt to be dragged over hot coals, especially if you were an unwilling participant.
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Feta and soda, anyone?
(I love the reclaimation of this thread)
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Do they still have Zest Mexican restaurants? There was one near Harajuku (unless I'm getting it confused with the Italian place La Boheme which was owned by the same company) and there was a much bigger branch somewhere that was kept cool by a giant phterodactyl that flapped its wings.
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This is the blues for middle-class white girls.
Oh hell yes!
I want all that stupid shit like letters and sodas.
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t strikes me that at this point, you lot don't actually need another team in order to spend 90 minutes enjoyably...
That's right, we're very good at playing with ourselves.
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I'm just in love with the whole lot of you who are feeling the Exile love right now!
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I will talk about the brilliance of old Liz Phair until the cows come home, but I have definitely now spurted out all that I know about rugby. Except for one final observation, and that is how olives are shaped like rugby balls. Sort of. So I think more martinis are called for.
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<Quote>liz phair. "exile in guyville".</quote>
Exile in Girlrugbyville
1. 6' 1"
2. Help me Heather
3. Glory
4. Dance of the 15 players
5. Never pass
6. Rugby Star Jo
7. Explain (forward passes) it to me
8. Kiwi
9. Sportsarizing
10. Ruck and run
11. Girls, girls girls
12. Divert song
13. Scatter
14. Flour (bombs on the field in the Springbok Tour)
15. Kowhai Sunshine
16. Ball-shy
17. Caketin-on-Welly
18.Strange Game.Brilliant!
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Mind you everything might get a bit out of control with that.
That's the point though, right?
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Where is Jo? She must be being really staunch about not participating in rugger conversations.
Damn straight. But I'll happily sit on the sidelines drinking martinis and shaking my pom poms.
And Heather, you're not 183cm! I'm 180cm!