That just about takes the biscuit!
Al Wirtes
>
>In article <1993Feb10....@pony.Ingres.COM>, swe...@Ingres.COM (Tony Sweeney) writes:
>|>
>|> While I was at Imperial College London (the worst year of my life, btw)
>|> I was told that there was a fraternity amongst the rugby players who
>|> played an interesting game. The group would gather in one of the guy's
>|> dorm rooms for a drinking session, and a digestive* biscuit would be
>|> placed on the floor in the middle of the room. Then it was "wangers out!"
>|> and the last one to come on the biscuit eats it. Anyone else heard this
>|> one? Seen it done? Participated? Eaten the biscuit (not sure if this
>|> should be "lost" or "won")? I don't find this too hard to believe
>|> since there is precious little entertainment available at I.C. (apart from
>|> getting staggeringly drunk) and with the high M/F ratio I guess even
>|> a humble digestive might start to look attractive after a few beers.
>
> This is a bit of an urban legend in Britain. It's meant to happen in every
>public school (that's the same as private schools in the US I believe) and is
>called 'Soggy Biscuit'. I was at a public school for a couple of years and
>never met anyone who'd done it, but loads of people who heard about some dorm
>where it had happened.
>
> Being at Imperial though, I can well belive it would happen here. Just the
>other day I was meeting my flatmate, who works at the bar at the student union,
>at about midnight. There was a bunch of rugby players standing on their chairs
>around their table waving tankards and singing. After every verse they removed
>some of their clothing. It started with their tie, then their shirt, then they
>dropped their trousers. Me and my friend who had managed to avoid these depths
>of I.C. social life so far were gobsmacked! There were about 15 of the most
>repulsive items of male underwear imaginable waving around at eye height! And
>none of them were wearing boxer shorts - all littlt briefs wedged up between
>hairy bumcheeks. They sang another verse and sort of paused, looking at each
>other and then one suddenly pulled down his underwear rapidly followed by the
>rest of them. Yeuch!! They then sang for about five more minutes waving their
>cocks about as if it was a perfectly normal form of social behaviour!
>
> And the amazing thing about this was that everyone else in the bar, and that
>includes several women, carried on as if they thought it was a normal form of
>social behaviour too.
>
>Oh well, only another year and a half to go and then I'm out of here, and
>6 months of that is an industrial placement!
>
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> /// Nat Pryce (n...@doc.ic.ac.uk)
> ( oo It is essential to dig the most for if you do not dig you lose your
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Bruce Tindall
regretfully omitted.] Do we perhaps have the solution to a long-standing
literary puzzle here? In Joyce's _A Portrait of the Artist as a Young
Man_ some students get in trouble for "smugging," an infraction which
no one has ever defined. Could it be...?
Joyce, after all, was into some oddities involving birch canes and
soiled undies. And the character Lenehan (of "Two Gallants" in _Dubliners_,
who also turns up in _Ulysses_) frequently rings changes on the phrase in
the title of this thread -- for example "That takes, if I may say so,
the re'cherche' biscuit!"
"Stately, plump" Bruce Tindall
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Nathaniel Pryce
Martin F. Roesch
>>of I.C. social life so far were gobsmacked! There were about 15 of the most
>>repulsive items of male underwear imaginable waving around at eye height! And
>>none of them were wearing boxer shorts - all littlt briefs wedged up between
>>hairy bumcheeks. They sang another verse and sort of paused, looking at each
>>other and then one suddenly pulled down his underwear rapidly followed by the
>>rest of them. Yeuch!! They then sang for about five more minutes waving their
>>cocks about as if it was a perfectly normal form of social behaviour!
>>
>> And the amazing thing about this was that everyone else in the bar, and that
>>includes several women, carried on as if they thought it was a normal form of
>>social behaviour too.
Trust me, for rugby players, this is perfectly normal behavior. I have
been a rugby player here for the past five years, and nudity in public and
"helicoptering" (i.e. waving your cock around in public) are common sights
areound the bars we frequent. Truely a sport that brings out the
tastelessness in a person. Two examples:
On a road trip to Ithaca, NY, we were out carousing in the bars one fine
weekend. Well, it seems that one of the guys was basically told to "fuck
off" by a girl in one of the establishments. He proceded to jerk off on the
girl, and had one of our teammates lift his dress (yes, cross dressing is
also perfectly normal behavior for ruggers) when he came, spooing all over
the girl's back. The reaction of the girl was, for reasons unknown, hostile.
After all, he gave her the gift of love...
Example two, game day. The previous day and night we had been drinking
heavily, as ruggers are wont to do. Well, for a truely tasteless experience,
try playing rugby hungover. It kind of magnifies everything, like how tired
you are, and how much that guy raking your face with his boots (cleats) hurts.
Well, one of our teammates had decided to eat before the game, which is
generally considered a bad idea, especially when your hungover. He lasted
until the half, then came over to the sidelines and puked up his food. A
rather large-ish hunk of hot dog came up. One of the guys on the side lines
saw the chunk (we examine our teammates pukings pretty closely), picked it
up and chowed down. Mmmmmm, hot dogs...
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Daniel Steven Reinker
>In article <1le6rn...@oak49.doc.ic.ac.uk> n...@doc.ic.ac.uk (Nathaniel Pryce) writes:
>> And the amazing thing about this was that everyone else in the bar, and that
>>includes several women, carried on as if they thought it was a normal form of
>>social behaviour too.
>>
>
>admired.
Well, I'm afraid at least for me, it would take a bit more for the rugby
team to be admired. Any fool can pull down their underwear and expose their
cocktail sausages. What would impress me is if maybe one of them pulls
a chainsaw and decides to play a game of "Alive!!!" with the other players
tools.
> And second, how sexist, if the rugby players had been female, I
>suspect your response would be quite different, difference based on gender,
>that to me is sexism...
>
:) Is this for real? Of COURSE there is a difference if the rugby players
were female or not! If a female is pulling down her underwear like so,
then she is a slut and wants to be gang-banged by the entire bar,
whereas if a male does it, he is just drunk and having a little too
much of a good time. Everyone knows this!!
Hiz Lord Dementia
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Hamish MacEwan
>of I.C. social life so far were gobsmacked! There were about 15 of the most
>repulsive items of male underwear imaginable waving around at eye height! And
>none of them were wearing boxer shorts - all littlt briefs wedged up between
>hairy bumcheeks. They sang another verse and sort of paused, looking at each
>other and then one suddenly pulled down his underwear rapidly followed by the
>rest of them. Yeuch!! They then sang for about five more minutes waving their
>cocks about as if it was a perfectly normal form of social behaviour!
>
> And the amazing thing about this was that everyone else in the bar, and that
>includes several women, carried on as if they thought it was a normal form of
>social behaviour too.
>
Talk about inappropriate... this is a.t. so what you describe would be
admired. And second, how sexist, if the rugby players had been female, I
Diaz, Carlos A.
>Talk about inappropriate... this is a.t. so what you describe would be
>admired. And second, how sexist, if the rugby players had been female, I
>suspect your response would be quite different, difference based on gender,
>that to me is sexism...
>
To conclude, any person who is not entirely bisexual is a sexist.
Therefore, I am a sexist, love naked women, don't care about naked men.
Get a life.
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Don't remember if I read this joke here. Sorry, if it's an old joke.
Q: How does an (insert group here) remember how to put his underwear on?
A: He repeats to himself: "Brown stain in back, yellow stain in front."
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Carlos @bambam.tcs.uh.edu
Galen F Gawboy
>
> Example two, game day. The previous day and night we had been drinking
>heavily, as ruggers are wont to do. Well, for a truely tasteless experience,
>try playing rugby hungover. It kind of magnifies everything, like how tired
>you are, and how much that guy raking your face with his boots (cleats) hurts.
>Well, one of our teammates had decided to eat before the game, which is
>generally considered a bad idea, especially when your hungover. He lasted
>until the half, then came over to the sidelines and puked up his food. A
>rather large-ish hunk of hot dog came up. One of the guys on the side lines
>saw the chunk (we examine our teammates pukings pretty closely), picked it
>up and chowed down. Mmmmmm, hot dogs...
>
a strictly enforced curfew prior to games. At 3:00 in the morning, the
Captains would go around the campus and perform a bed check. Any one who
was in bed at that time had to consume 3 whiffle ball bats full of "rocket
fuel". As our coach used to say,"It is important to enter each game with
just the RIGHT amount of hangover."
It was generally felt the RIGHT amount of hangover was one that made
death a preferable alternative to the agony of what the "athlete" was
going through.
-Regards
Galen