Night One
Things were tense in NRL land. Without the leadership of their dour overlord, the players and officials weren't quite sure how to act.
One of them, an angry son of a bitch, decided to vent his frustrations on a little guy with a bad smell about him. The little guy, who was busy pilfering somebody's belongings, might well have fallen foul of the attack had he not been being watched over by another.
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The other big man with a bone to pick was also out and about. Somebody had hoped to get drunk with them, but a goofy idiot had somehow f**ked that up for them. The alcoholic had to drink alone.
Free to go about his murderous business, the big man in blue and white took the head off the first person he came across.
whall15 is dead. He was Ricky Stuart, NRL Aligned Coach and Serial Whinger
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A man with talent to burn found himself a popular target that night, as two of the game's biggest f**k-ups decided to share their 'skills' with him. His plans for the evening were thoroughly ruined by their f**kuperry, and so he went home.
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The guy in orange and black was looking for somebody to hug, but damned if he could find them.
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And so day dawned with a lot of very confused footballers and just a little sadness about the passing of one of the game's former greats.
