Here you are, guys, a thread in which you can talk about football and swill loads of lager, have a few fights, fart “humorously”, and get all maudlin about why you can’t get girlfriends.
Fights?
I’ll be in the ladies’ thread talking about lamps, thanks.
Thank you so much Maia!
I would totally participate in it but I’m too busy creating a thread for you girls where you can; discuss Kim Kardashian’s latest outfit, comment on what is the best bb cream currently in the market and discuss woman’s empowerment while at the same time complaining about not finding a man to open doors for you and buy you shit.
I like football, but not soccer. I suspect you mean soccer. That’s a sport that little kids play in America until they grow up and can play real contact sports. I don’t swill loads of lager. But occasionally I’ll have a few beers or a liter of booze. When I fart, I usually pretend like I have to get something from the other room and then I’ll go fart in there. I am technically single, but I haven’t gone more than a week without getting laid in years.
American “football” is just rugby for wusses in big suits of armour. But if soccer is for the kiddies over there, it’s funny how the American national sport, baseball, is based on the English schoolgirls’ game, rounders.
If you want a contact sport, check out goalball. It’s what we played at school.
Look, you obviously don’t understand football. Maybe go and get us some cups of tea or something…
That’s just f’n hysterical … well played.
I’m a male, yes, I do very much enjoy a good fight. Part of the essential genetic programming for my variety of the species; eliminate the competition, revel in their demise. Mmmmmmm, testosteroney, testicularified goodness, and sweaty to boot.
Can’t stand alcohol, have no use for evading the actuality of life or being unnecessarily out of control.
Maudlin? Over females? You haven’t much in the way of life experience, eh? My wife is a goddess and I am proudly and enjoyably her spouse. (Believe it or not, she reciprocates those sentiments as I type them.)
My guess: sort of female, likely early to mid 20"s, not particularly happy with life and lacking a working philosophy for making an enjoyable life experience.
Touching your balls more often than is strictly necessary to make sure they are still there, wanking but denying you need to or ever have, over reaching on your opinions, drinking, fighting, watching sport and finding toilet humour funny. Men, you don’t need to change, you’re already top notch. 
American professional football players would hurt rugby players, very badly in a contact game. Our athletes make yours look like children.
There are not comparable games. Football players would vomit then faint if they had to play rugby, which is a game where you run and run and run. Non of the stop and start and never use your lungs. So american football players can bulk up beyond belief and be total anaerobes. Rugby players have to be strong and have endurance, hence they will not bulk up as much and will have a different body. But there are a variety of ways of being tough and the no helmets and pads speaks to rugby player toughness. ON the bench pressing front, sure the football players are likely to win. they are all crazy.
I can’t see the pic.
Doesn’t the word “men” imply a plurality? 
That’s probably for the better.
I took a huge shit this morning. I feel like I now know what it’s like to give birth.
I feel like that every morning. It’s all in the dietary fiber.
Grape Nuts ftw.
Does anybody else think that Maia might be a bot? You know; artificial intelligence? --Random, brief, disconnected, and abrupt posts about Dr. Who, the weather, frogs legs, and et cetera…
Alas. Perhaps not.
see thread
I take it as a sign of the gradual disillusionment of my youth that having a good shit makes my day.