You bet your fuckin' life we are...

As with all rowdy, boisterous and slightly inebriated young men can be the Guv and myself decided to place a gentlemanly wager on the result of the beastly 'little yellow cup' competition.


The odds at the tote for him backing SA to lift the trophy and myself backing the ABs wouldn't have been great since both sides were pre-tournament frontrunners so we decided to keep the waiger between us.

The terms? 1 week. 1 week to do as you please to the others hair styling preference.

Flying at half mast?

The Guv put his uncle, the merchant of venice, to shame as he asked for his pound of flesh with acute venom. How can I be hungry after swallowing all that pride...