Rugby World Cup Champions

Yes, I've taken a while to write this, bear with me. I've only just woken up after a formidable celebration lasting several days. A celebration which today found me sweeping up hundreds of empty cans of Hansa Marzen Gold, dozens of bottles of Jameson whiskey, some Fish Eagle brandy, a couple of passed out flossies (floozies), Kurt Darren, as well as two homeless guys, who kindly offered to fry me some bacon and eggs on the stove, if I agreed not to sweep them out with my overly large broom.

Which is what I did, and which is why I'm now eating a bacon and egg sarmie.

Thanks homeless guys, I can't remember your names but you gentlemen certainly fried a mean egg. It was so good I'm willing to overlook the fact that you fellows stole my favourite slippers, or "stokies" as I call them.

Don't bullsh*t me, I know it was you.

It doesn't matter though, I'm in a good mood today, because the Springboks are now the Rugby World Cup champions.


Habana and Smit offer Jake Two Tickets To The Gun Show

Wow, the final was certainly a pretty k*k game, but in the end it didn't matter. The Springboks can now add another chapter to South Africa's long list of great sporting moments, greater than the time I outran Breyton Paulse to the boerewors stand at Springbok Pub, greater than the occasion I beat Joost van der Westhuizen in a hip hop dance off at Billy the Bums and even greater then the night I outdrank Hugh Bladen at Tiger Tiger six months ago.

Also, how cool was it seeing our country's president, Uncle Thabo, chilling with the boys backstage and having a few beers? Truly a great South African moment, and something you KNOW is going to be mentioned on his Facebook page.

Speaking of which, if I were Thabo Mbeki I would be sending computer viruses and pics of Manto in her swimming cozzie to Johnny Wilkinson and those other rude Englishmen right about now. They of course didn't acknowledge him on the podium and shook hands with everyone else.

Which didn't really faze our president though, who was later overheard saying, "I always thought that Wilkinson boy was a pr**k. I didn't want to shake his hand anyway."

Everyone seems to be really happy at the moment - it's like we all drank copious amounts of beer before going to work, but then ate mints to mask the smell, because it's not socially acceptable to rock up to work smelling of alcohol.

This was taken outside The Girlfriend's office today:


A Happy Camper With His Pet Springbok


Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole, Ole...Ole...


Busted By The Cops- "What Are You Doing With That Springbok, Coloured?"


It Came From The Sky

Tot volgender keer - tot siens.



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