LOL you are most welcome …have a Tequila and Tobasco on me and practice the wonder that is chunder 
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Yeah, the articles are usually pretty funny. I don’t know what came first but FHM seems like an imitation of Maxim where they substituted even more scantily clad women for articles (even having topless shots sometimes). Like I said, most girls I know read FHM or Maxim instead of Cosmo (if any). I wish I could convince my sister to! She definatly doesn’t need to be learning how to give the perfect handjob at her age – which was one of the articles in her latest Cosmo.
Well this 'episode" of FHM had an article on why “anal ain’t bad” so your sister is probably safer lol.
Never heard of Maxim …Ralph is the only other one dairy guy gives me.
I s’pose this should go in GQ…but while we’re on the subject of evacuating one’s stomach contents, is the word chunder really a derivation of ‘Watch out youse poor sods downstairs ‘cos I’m about to hurl me’ guts over the balcony’…or watch under??
Or not?
I have a terrible feeling that I know these guys, I haven’t seen the FHM photo but all the details calm kiwi mentions tally with a few mates of mine’s (somewhat hazy) recollections of their final court session. Having seen there photo’s of the event it’s pretty damn disgusting.
calm kiw, is the team the Otago University under 19’s Blue team of 1994?
If so then the activities described a just a small glimpse of the captain’s nefarious activites during the year.
I actually trialled for the varsity teams but didn’t make the grade so ended up playing social instead. I was gutted at the time, but looking back it did mean I passed my first year and am not standing in the background of such photos.
Since it was already printed in FHM, why would GQ reprint it?
Well, you had best see if you can get a copy of The Adventures of Barry Mackenzie. Its a cracker of a movie, and it has this song in it.
- Bubba.
I don’t think it’s the whole “drink-lots-of-alcohol” aspect that gets to people, I’d guess that it’s the “stick-your-head-in-a-bucket-of-piss-and-vomit” part. YMMV.
As a participating member of the rugby team being discussed, I think a couple of points need clearing up.
Firstly, I think Primaflora et al., are missing the point by commenting on the volume of beer available. This wasn’t a casual sit-around-get-to-know-your-mates piss-up/party gone astray; it was a rigorously enforced court-session where each team member was put on trial in front of a judge and jury of our peers (i.e. the team) and allocated fines(beer) for social and team-related ‘infringements’. Without going into details, it was an hour and a 1/2 of copious drinking and giving each other shit.
Putting the rate of consumption aside, the important factor therefore was not the amount of booze present, but the size of the eventual receptacle (i.e. 150L + prior drinking just does not fit into 50L - the size of the bin) – a fact that everyone in the room appreciated before we began. And armed with this knowledge, sick and stupid as it may seem, everyone realised that the head-dunking ritual was serving a ‘higher’ purpose (if I remember correctly we were celebrating making the semi-finals). Specifically, it was intended to be an expression that if you were called upon when things got tough, you were willing to put your body on the line, not only for the team, but for your mates as well – an essential dynamic of any good team playing a contact sport like rugby.
Maybe this was(/is?!?!) a bizarre misguided philosophy - we didn’t go on to win the competition and I certainly wont be dunking my head nowadays! -, but it was shared incidents like these that have created bonds with some of the best mates I have, something that the rugby alone would never have provided.
p.s. the team was the otago university reds, not the blues. Blues was the name of the head-dunking captain.
It wasn’t the Blues, mcsnack? That’s a relief. (At least until th’ next tell-all Metro article …)
Welcome to the SDMB, BTW.
Wow it is a small world ain’t it. I apologise for calling you a chunder-headed moron now you have vowed never to repeat this daring deed.
We do have a fine culture of blokey bonding, don’t we 