Is Teasdale back?

[SRATH]

Chicks who want to fight you for booze......very nice.

 

[Chickenman Testa]

I SAID NEITHER OF US GOT PREGNANT!

So neither felt obligated to marry. Alternatively, we committed to sharing our story 25 years later on what would become "message boards"

A housemate of mine after college did a year at Trinity in Melbourne. His party stories and pictures were epic. They’d go to those fancy horse races in tuxes and get absolutely destroyed - tuxes stained and torn. Just absolutely get wrecked while wearing finery.

His best story involves a party in the bush. He introduced the Aussies to trashcan punch and someone accidentally poured dishwashing liquid instead of concentrated juice (cordial) into the last batch. He knew he didn’t have enough booze to throw the batch out and start again (and they were hours from any town) so he just covered it up the best he could. Stuff was all foamy. Anyway, the rest of the people were so hammered they didn’t notice. Next morning he said it looked like a triage aid station as everyone worked off Palmolive style hangovers

 

[HOCKEYGOD11]

And we are off the rails.. Comically and entertainingly so.. but off the rails none the less...

 

[SpikingWhamos]

And we are off the rails.. Comically and entertainingly so.. but off the rails none the less...

I'm offended you'd imply we have rails

 

[jtothemfp]

A housemate of mine after college did a year at Trinity in Melbourne. His party stories and pictures were epic. They’d go to those fancy horse races in tuxes and get absolutely destroyed - tuxes stained and torn. Just absolutely get wrecked while wearing finery.

His best story involves a party in the bush. He introduced the Aussies to trashcan punch and someone accidentally poured dishwashing liquid instead of concentrated juice (cordial) into the last batch. He knew he didn’t have enough booze to throw the batch out and start again (and they were hours from any town) so he just covered it up the best he could. Stuff was all foamy. Anyway, the rest of the people were so hammered they didn’t notice. Next morning he said it looked like a triage aid station as everyone worked off Palmolive style hangovers

OMG that's hideous and I believe every single word. Can you even imagine? What does one do to detox from dishwashing liquid. Punkass kids these days with their dang tide pods, whatevs, aussies been there done that. Thanks for sharing!

 

[bevard]

As the Aussie beer commercial once said: What do you call a girl who will wrestle you for a beer? Ans: A keeper!

 

[nerfstate]

It is a bit surprising Aussie's don't contend more in UWW. If you can wrestle a croc, or a 6' northern bush woman, you'd think you'd be pretty good.

 

[jtothemfp]

It is a bit surprising Aussie's don't contend more in UWW. If you can wrestle a croc, or a 6' northern bush woman, you'd think you'd be pretty good.

CONCUR!!!

Man, everything about their culture screams for them to get into Wrestling. I had the best time exchanging sports teachings with them. Learned so much about Rugby and Aussie Rules, and Field Hockey! Love that dudes play field hockey there, so much fun.

 

[HOCKEYGOD11]

I didn't get to Iceland this year or I'd post pictures.

 

[Grass]

Just went over and that thread is actually painful to read. Bunch of nut jobs.

Whole lot of Cael Derangement Syndrome going on over there. He must be the devil.

 

[bman1313]

I can see the 2 hour ride to SC is going to be interesting tomorrow! More stories to share!!!

 

[lobo lion]

As the Aussie beer commercial once said: What do you call a girl who will wrestle you for a Foster's? Ans: A keeper!

FIFY. They don't fight for just any beer.

 

[lobo lion]

Quick story...I did a semester in South Australia in 1991, was enrolled at the University of Adelaide. They called the late drop day Prosh Day: the last day you could withdraw from a class / classes, without penalty. And in typical Aussie party style, they went all out. In North Adelaide, there's a beautiful park, and it's surrounded by 4 residential colleges where students live and eat and study, and of course, party. Big rivalries, these colleges: St. Mark's, Lincoln, Aquinas and mine, St. Ann's. So on Prosh Day, they all gather in the Park--on a Sunday freakin morning, for a chicken & champagne breakfast (b/c of course, they're Aussies).

So we're all out in the park in our own little college cliques, eating the chicken our college/class presidents had arranged to be brought, and drinking champagne. Started at 6a, b/c, again, of course. One MUST get up early on the weekend to celebrate being able to withdraw from classes the next day! By about 9a, the parties are quite an odd scene. Responsible folk, of which there were surprisingly many, enjoyed their quaint brekkie and a glass or two and returned for a nap before Sunday arvo sport. Others continued on. Turns out the rival college presidents had not prepared as well as ours (god bless my now life-long friend Richard "Dicky Sin" Sinclair, who'd purchased 6 cases of champagne and more than enough birds). By 10a, I was double fisting champagne in one hand and a whole cornish game hen, gnarling it off the bone, in the other. As the population dwindled, and the other colleges' food & booze did too, there were some stragglers who began eyeing up our stash and, eventually, coming over our way. But instead of cozying up, making nice and asking if they might join & share (which, in also typical Aussie fashion, would have been met with heaps of "of course" and "by all means" and hugs & more conviviality) these dumb mfers tried to make a run at one of our cases of booze. Dicky Sin saw the bumrush in time, headed em off and copped a squat on the remaining case boxes (I think we had two left, of the six). One offender was a loutish tall skinny bro in a rugby shirt but not at all threatening. His partner in crime was a 6ft tank of a woman from up north in the bush and she was a handful! I know this, because I ended up wrestling her.

She, very drunkenly, continued the now extremely incompetent rushes in feeble attempts to get her hands on a bottle of our champagne, but my, also very drunken, defenses were impenetrable. Impregnable, Mike Tyson might say, and lucky for it that neither of us ended up pregnant in our ridiculous open-field grass-turf grappling bouts. Eventually, after many preposterous rushes by her, takedowns by me, and a thousand drunken giggles, we gifted her a bottle and she moved along. To this day, one of the 5 best parties I have ever, ever been involved in.

Lastly, back to the item at hand, just a reminder that these CDT articles (many on one day, in some bizarre new business model) are all gleaned from the coaches themselves, at Media Day every Tuesday. PSU posts the very same interviews (from different video cams) in their Lionvision archive immediately after. I found it super helpful to get better context & reduce confusion from the CDT transcriptions by watching this week's myself: https://gopsusports.com/watch/?Archive=4003&type=Archive

Damn, between this post and the one in your Roll Call thread, I doubt you got much else done today.