An old married couple no sooner hit the pillows when the old man passes gas and says, 'Seven Points.'
His wife rolls over and says, 'What in the world was that?'
The old man replied, 'Its fart rugby - try and conversion - 7 points.'
A few minutes later his wife lets one go and says, 'Try and conversion, score even...'
After about five minutes the old man lets another one go and says, 'Aha. I'm ahead 14 to 7.'
Not to be outdone the wife rips out another one and says, 'Try and conversion, score even...'
Five seconds go by and she lets out a little squeaker and says, 'Converted penalty, I lead 17 to 14.'… Now the pressure is on for the old man.
He refuses to get beaten by a woman, so he strains real hard.
Since defeat is totally unacceptable, he gives it everything he's got, and accidentally poops in the bed.
The wife says, 'What the hell was that?'
The old man says, 'Half time, switch sides.'
Niece one Douglas
Die tweede helfte is gewoonlik beter
Yep, that sure is a good reason for a stinky, dirty faaaaaiiit. And buy a new mattress!!
Jy sien dis die lewe.gooi mielies
This sounds like a Gassy conversation
Dit was nou chapperig!!!!!!
Klink meer na tennis soos daai bal heen en weer gestuur word.
Yes, I am a sore loser.
Don't think I will ever play fart rugby, but have always enjoyed couch rugby!
Gedog dis droog toe is dit "nat"!