Where Men Are No Longer Men
I guess it could be worse.
That's a dangerous sport. Did you know they give them sticks to hit each other with?
Dear dear 59 East Chalmers, where I met Mrs. Prop (although at that time she was the future Mrs. Loose Forward), where I met Major John, home of the Rugby Museum (about which I wrote a paper and got an A in a 300 level Anthropology course), where I paid rent but never actually lived, where we directed people to look for the "bike in the tree out front" and of course site of many a party.
I would suggest we crash the place next Ole' Boys, but, they have sticks.
Oh heck, I don't care if we break the sticks, let's go aaaaaaahhhhhhhhhh!!!!