The Ugly Rugby Player.

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I enjoyed the rugby match. Later, I came into contact with the ugly rugby player.

Submitted: October 02, 2018

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The rugby match finished, and I went up to this ugly brute of a man and said to him, ''I'm dating your lovely daughter!''
He looked at me, gave me a back hander across the chest, ''Keep away from my daughter.'' I went downon one knee holding my chest. ''You're still an ugly brute, but you're good at rugby. How could such an ugly person like you have such a beautiful daughter?'' I said to him.
He didn't hang around to answer my question, he kept on walking to the dressing room. I approached him. ''I'm taking your daughter to the disco tonight.'' He turned, grabbed me as if I was a rugby ball, and tossed me away from him. I came back and whispered something that he didn't want to hear. His face went like one of those horrible gorillas, he took me by the hand, pushed me away, then came running to me giving me a head butt. That did it. I was down and groaning. I grabbed his feet, took a solid hold, and did a body roll. The ugly brute came tumbling down on the grass. I got up and said to him, ''I'm taking your daughter out. What are you going to do about it?''
He siad, ''How come you didn't hurt yourself when you did that roll? You have to be very good in the match to make that move, or you get hurt pretty bad.''
''I did a lot of practice, that's why. So you don't mind me taking your daughter out?''
''She's not my daughter,'' he said. ''It's the neighbour's daughter.

The End.


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