Let me tell you how much I know about Rugby…there’s a ball. Now, though, I know TWO things about rugby. There’s a ball and lots of hot guys. Starting with JJ Engelbrecht. Good grief, Charlie Brown. GOOD FREAKIN’ GRIEF.
I suddenly find myself overcome with the feeling that my body is entirely composed of dough. Oh well.
Oh, and he has a face. In case you care.