A real South African legend…

Drums rolling, lights flashing, smoke billowing around and obscuring our view while a figure emerges from the the shadow. Standing tall and solid, manly and confident. This is a true South African legend. The smoke clears, the lights focus… and there he is, the very thing that legends are made of. Wielding a Klippies and Coke in the one hand and proudly jingling the keys to his canary yellow XR6 in the other. Complete with rugby toggs (pronounced tawks) and jersey and more carefree with every round of his magic potion. A corner stone of our society, a breed on his own, and yet sadly the very thing that has given our local population a character to pick on and laugh at. That’s right i’m talking about the boerewors and beer rugby oke. But why? Why do we laugh at this formidable man. He has such style, such flare, such elegance and confidence.

I’ll tell you why. On a recent visit to Newlands to watch a rugby game I found myself in a box with about 5 of these guys and a bunch of normal people. Naturally as the day progressed their capacity to consume alcohol (pronounced aklahawl) double itself over, and over, and over. This had an obvious deteriorating effect on their hearing as demomstrated by their need to continually increase the volume of the conversation. The day continued with an eventual eruption of “Treffer” singing and same sex langarming and general other name throwing acts.

What’s the point of all this? I know, I’ve rambled seemingly pointlessly haven’t I ? At this stage I would have to have something UBER POWERFUL or clever to say to justify my boring blurb. Is is possible to support such a useless piece of dead waste (yes and I quickly refer to Ben Aflecks boxer shorts)?

But in this case, I have proof of what I believe to be the single most brain deading, idiotic, retarded thing I have ever seen with my own eyes.

This corker of a picture was taken late into the evening and is a direct result of the two half-witts getting overly excited and celebrating the arrival of their latest round of Drinks WITH A Friendly HEAD BUTT. No please read that again in slow motion - a “H H H E E E A A A D D D B B B U U U T T T T T “. Take a good look at those foreheads, blood!!! I was expecting Klippies.

Very toit. Well done boys, next time you you go into self-destruct mode, please finish the job.

Please note that NO Boerie and beer Rugby okes were hurt in the making of this story.