Okay so I know we weren’t really talking about actually switching to League, I mean we barely have enough time to cover a few Union games, but we would be remiss if we didn’t call your attention to a few Hot Like Fire Knife players on the other side of the rugby code fence! If you want to know the difference between Rugby League and Rugby Union click here. If you could care less and just want to drool over sexy ass men, keep reading. Oh and ladies…don’t forget your towels– GD
What is it about hot men snuggling cute babies that makes women weak in the knees? I was surfing the UK news today and found this adorable pic of rugby star and all around Hot Piece of Rugby Trash Ben Cohen MBE with one of his precious twin girls, little Isabelle! So a little background on the pic – As part of a campaign to raise awareness of the issues facing new fathers, Ben was asked to recreate a famous poster from the 1980’s. I think he and Isabelle did a fantastic job!
I’m normally not a fan of the chest hair but Ben somehow makes it work. Sigh. When Mr. Cohen isn’t making ladies and gentlemen drool he divides his time between furthering his rugby career with French team CA Brive, spending time with his young family and spearheading charitable events. - GD
Update: I received a "cease and desist" email which states:
Subject: Editorial information re:Ben Cohen Feature. Date: Fri, 29 Feb 2008 11:18:03 -0000 From: Rebecca Gobel To: the_sushi_diaries@yahoo.com
Hi
I saw the image of Ben that has appeared on your website. We are really glad that you are featuring the lovely image!
We work on this campaign and I just wanted to get in touch with you regarding a kind request we hope you will honour.
We would rather that the images that you have found on the problem shared website – the extra images from the shoot, are taken down… as we have only allowed for the Ben’s Athena Pose image to be released.
We really appreciate your co-operation on this issue.
Very best wishes, Rebecca Gobel
Pegasus Public Relations Ltd Ridgeworth House Liverpool Gardens Worthing West Sussex BN11 1PX t 01903 821550 f 01903 821552 www.pegasuspr.co.uk
Can you believe this shit? Why would a big time PR firm waste their time telling me to remove three photos from my tiny blog? Three photos that anyone can Google and COPY directly from the website? It’s not like I said I took the pictures of Ben and his kids! I think they just want everyone to go out to the website where the pictures are held and READ about the program (Not that anyone outside the UK cares) so they can tell their client how many hits from all over the world they got and therefore how much they are worth the huge price the client paid for their services! WHATEV! So If you didn’t get a chance to copy the pics from my slide show, send me an email and I’ll forward them to you…
A few of my favorite photos of Ben
Ben, his underwear and his treasure trail promoting prostate cancer awareness
So what are some of your favorite non-rugby/non-NFL hot boys up to? Well from the looks of things not a whole hell of a lot! But it really doesn’t matter because all we care about is how hot they are thus the title of this post!
The Smile That Launched A Thousand Orgasms Oh dear A.C. Slater you are just the most adorable smoochie face! I swear I could just dive right into those dimples and drown in your exquisite cuteness! Dancing with the Stars did nothing for your career but so what? You’re hosting some crazy dance show on MTV and working on replacing Dean Cain as the king of Lifetime Movie Network. No hate here Mario…nuthin but love…
Don’t Talk, Just Listen No seriously, don’t talk! Hearing you speak would only make our coochies dry and who among us want’s that? But let’s not dwell on your hideous girlie voice. We shall endeavor to put that out of our minds and focus on your chiseled abs! Mmmmmm…yeessssssss…
And The Battle Rages On In this corner wearing el traje de Charro we have the young upstart Alejandro Fernández! He comes from a long line of sexy Mexicanos – Papá Vicente Fernández has been knockin’em dead with his tight ass Charro suits and pencil mustache for over forty years – so you know he ain’t no punk!
And in this corner wearing classic denim is Rock and/or Roll legend Chubby Checker! He may have thirty years on El pequeño Fernández but he also has experience on his side – this ain’t his first rodeo yo! He’s been working those tight ass pants since tight ass pants were invented in the 60’s! And dancing in those bad boys too! Check out those Cat Daddy boots ya'll!
So Dear Readers, who wins this round? Age and experience over sexy, young hotness? YOU MAKE THE CALL! The winner will receive an industrial size tube of jock itch cream and a nice pair of loose fitting, old school boxers. - GD
Name: Ovie Phillip Mughelli (pronounced OH-vee-muh-HAYlee) Born: June 10, 1980 (28) Birthplace: Charleston, South Carolina, USA Occupation: American Football Player Team: Atlanta Falcons Position: Fullback Drafted: 2003 4th Round by the Baltimore Ravens (134th overall) Height: 6 feet, 1 inch Weight: 255
Fast Facts Born to Nigerian parents Olomide and Agnes Mughelli. [Bless you!] Nicknames: Night Train [Sho Nuff!], Chocolate Thunder [You ain't never lied!] Favorite book: Lord of the Rings [Wow! Uh…okay!] Check out his homepage here, and his Non-Profit organization here.
Paper Stacks Ms. GD’s Summary Judgment I love me some Africans, particularly West Africans and even more particularly Nigerians (Or as they call themselves - Naija)! Why? I have no idea but I can’t lie, something about them just makes me…well you know! And this brother here with that perfect, smooth, dark skin, killer smile and dimples is just so very…Ooooooo LAWD! And if looking good wasn’t enough (And you know for me it never is) he’s intelligent, well-spoken, philanthropic and God fearing! Mmmmm…so perfect in every way…
I don’t know if you’ve heard but there’s this little pick up rugby game played in Europe called 6 Nations? Well every February, while people below the Equator are creaming their panties over Super 14 [And I'm still not celebrating my Very Merry UnBirthday], six countries (Or three if you stubbornly insist on thinking Wales, Scotland, England and Ireland are part of Great Britain) battle it out for European rugby supremacy! So what’s the damn difference you ask, other than the dearth of Polynesians on Anglo soil?
Well ya’ll know I love me some Southern Hemisphere rugby but I also love the game being played in the North. Even though the game is the same all over the world, it’s the style of play that separates the two. If you should ask your average rugby fan what the main difference between the two is, you will most likely get the short and sweet answer – Speed. The South tends to favor “faster” play with more emphasis on the role of the Backs as opposed to the North’s “slower” and seemingly more structured game play with emphasis on the Forwards.
Now I’ll admit that I sometimes find myself dozing off during a few of these games but I can’t place all the blame on the teams. Spending so much time on Super 14 with all the writing and podcasting doesn’t help! A sista gets plum tuckered out yo! But not having to “put on a show” and just being able to sit back and enjoy the game at my leisure is very relaxing which means I sometimes nod off. So sue me!
But I have two reasons why I still make the effort to watch this tournament, the first being that because I don’t have all the ‘Nesian and Le Michalak (He’s slumming it down South Africa way for Super 14) distractions I can focus on the game because I’m still learning. The second reason is that I get to see those Smoking Hot Pieces of Rugby Trash – Mauro and Mirco Bergamasco! Truth be told, I prefer the younger Mirco but I wouldn’t kick Mauro out of bed if ya know what I mean!
So please enjoy my little slideshow tribute to the hottest Italian brothers since Romulus and Remus! And after you drool over the show, watch a few 6 Nations games! Le Michalak is gone but Sean Fergus Lamont and his AMAZING ass is still playing! Oh and don't forget all the new young talent on the French side! So many new tight asses...so little time! Sigh...
The action jumps off this Saturday, February 2, with Ireland hosting Italy at Croke Park. - GD
As much as I'd like to hate...and God knows I would fuckin' LOVE to hate...I can't go there with Señor Martin today! Papi Chulo is workin' his Caliente y Picante game all over the damn place! Aye mi Dios [English: Oooooooo LAWD!]! I know all the gay boys are walking around with their Trapper Keepers in front of their crotches after seeing this shizzle!
Oh wait, you haven't heard the rumors? Yes it would seem that La Rickiis Livin' La Vida Mariposa!
Read about the delusional chica trying to hem him up in some hetrosexual fooliwang here
Sexy SAG Swagger Oh Javier Bardem...you don't really want Penelope Cruz! She doesn't really love you! And she's been contaminated by Tom Cruise AND Matthew McConaughey! Pick me! PICK MEEEEEEE!
Brangelina looked hot but then what's new with that? Wake me when they turn fugly. On second thought, don't bother! The day they both look "toe up from the flo up" means The Rapture has come and I'd rather sleep through that shizzle if you don't mind! Gray hair is a very good look for Mr. Pitt I must say! I've never been one of his fans (I'll never forgive him for what he did to poor Thelma in Thelma & Louise!) but age and a shit load of screamin' kids seems to agree with him. You go Brad I ain't mad atcha! - GD
[Sung in the style, and key of “Short dick man” by 20 Fingers]
Don't want no Lower Hutt man
Don't want no Lower Hutt man
Don't want, don't want, don't want, don't want
Don't want no Lower Hutt man
Don't want no Lower Hutt man
Corned beef-eating’, almond-eyed
Dark as night, Lower Hutt man
Don't want, Don't want,
Don't want, Don't want,
Don't want, Don't want,
Don't want no Lower Hutt man
Look how those shawts ride up between his legs!
Do you need some talcum powder to soothe those chafed thighs?
Those have got to be the biggest thighs
I've ever seen in my whole life
I have ever seen in my whole life
Don't want no Lower Hutt man
Don't want no Lower Hutt man
Pumpkin-head, fat-assed
guitar-playin’, Lower Hutt man
Don't want, Don't want, Don't want, Don't want,
Hey, Neemia, we can see your coin slot!
You need to pull your shawts up honey
Don't want no Lower Hutt man
Don't want no Lower Hutt man
Taro-eatin’, dog-lovin’
rugby-playin’, Lower Hutt man!
copyright 2007. . .galaxyMafia wants to give a shout out to Ms. Sandra Gilette, wherever you are, for those sizzling vocals. Girl, I would have denied going to the University of Houston, too!
Oh Sione. I remember the very first time I laid eyes on you. It was some time back in May or June of 2006, back when I barely knew what rugby was and could scarcely care. Before the days of nerve-wrecking, 13-hour downloads from MediaZone, before obsessively checking the All Blacks website 2, 4, 6 times a day and before my bizarre dreams about Jerry “the Hitman” Collins, there was only Ms. GD, giggling about good-looking rugby players as I shrugged an apathetic shoulder. After all, I was too busy digging on Adam Rodriguez, not much in the mood for an All Blacks video featuring some hamo named Mose Tuiali’i playing EA’s Rugby 2006. At least, I wasn’t in the mood until I saw the big, beefy, super-fortified Brahma bull competing against Mose. Who, I thought, the feck is he? Now, don’t get me twisted in a Windsor knot. Fer sure, I thought Mr. Tuiali’i was hot-to-death with his smoldering Samoan stares. But, the guy next to him was cast in the mold I prefer with those massive biceps and that (oh, be still my heart) thick neck!
After putting Ms. GD on the case, she was kind enough to uncover the gent’s name:
Sione Lauaki.
And thus, an obsessive crush complete with PG-13 rated fantasies (‘cause galaxyMafia doesn’t see the point in fantasing but that’s another post she probably won’t get around to writing) and long nights scrutinizing the Internet for any info and/or photos of the full-blooded Tongan was born. Alas, the yen for Sione began to plummet. Why, you inquire, did galaxyMafia’s lust began to die out, like a brown dwarf (and if ya paid attention in Astronomy class, you’ll smell what I’m cooking, yo)? Was it due to some aberration in the planetary alignment? Was it an odd yet subtle disturbance in the House of Representatives? Or. . .was it rapid, acute gastrointestinal distress? No. No. And, let’s see. No!
If you please, allow galaxyMafia to digress. Rugby players, as Ms. GD and galaxyMafia have learned (the hard way) love to get they hair did, especially for a big game or at the start of a new rugby season or (and this is important so pay attention) because they are sad, lonely, depressed, feeling sorry for themselves, not getting enough hugs, yearning for their mother’s teat, not scoring enough tries, worried about whether they’ll have to have sex with Graham Henry in order to make the All Blacks team, pissed off at some girl who didn’t want to put up with their shit, mad at the world, mad at themselves, unable to pay their light bills, raised by wolves which prohibits them from responding to correspondence and the list goes on and on. . .and on. . .til the break of dawn. Sorry.
Anyway, Sione is no exception. You see, it was Sione’s damnable insistence on altering his hairstyle that cooled galaxyMafia’s ardor. No, an amendment is called for. . .it was Sione’s insistence on screwing up his beautiful, natural, God-given curls that drove galaxyMafia to that fat, dark tighthead/loosehead prop, Neemia Tialata.
Beyond FUBAR Upon finding out who Sione was, galaxyMafia was chagrined to realize the All Blacks video featuring Mose and Sione was a year old and Sione hardly resembled the guy she toppled off the side of the bed for. Current photos were obtained and she found Sione looking like some poor, weird version of Ma’a Nonu, his fat locks twisted into inexplicable dreds!! And dyed some unfathomable color on the tips!!!
Imagine galaxyMafia’s horror! What on Earth had Sione done? She didn’t know but galaxyMafia had a feeling she knew the reason behind the drastic change – good ole fashioned depression, the kind that curls men like Sione into the fetal position as they sob vehemently into their pillows.
Here’s the thing – whenever the serotonin levels plummet, the hair follicles bear the cruel brunt. Sione, in the past, had been persona non grata in Auckland, while playing for the Blues. Just when he though things were going his way, he suffered a possible career ending injury which knocked him out of the Chiefs lineup. Add to that the break-up of his special friendship with Fijian Sitiveni Sivivatu, and it’s no wonder Sione took it all out on his hair.
But Sione recovered, and looked in fine form as he helped his Waikato teammates rack up points in the Air New Zealand Cup. However, something terrible must have shook Sione’s slightly cracked foundation because by the Finals, Sione had dyed his hair blonde!!!
Granted, the shimmering wheat color did match his skin tone so apparently he’d employed a pro colorist and didn’t pull a Jerry Collins, doing it himself with a Miss Clairol rinse in some ho’s kitchen sink. Still, it was disconcerting when galaxyMafia downloaded the Air New Zealand Cup finals only to see Lauaki with his hair braided in cornrows, looking like Tonga’s answer to Allen Iverson. However, Sione did give her pause – she stopped long enough to wonder if she was making a mistake wasting her sighs on that fat, dark prop Tialata.
Nevertheless, galaxyMafia soldiered on, and Sione must have had yet another breakdown, this one prompted by Graham “the puppet master” Henry proclaiming on New Zealand television that Sione wasn’t good enough to be an All Black for the Fall 2006 tests!!
The result was a photo on the Chiefs website of Sione with his blonde hair cut short, sticking out in haphazard tuffs in every direction, as though he’s just survived a mild electrocution.
GalaxyMafia was disheartened (because she really wanted to drop the fat, dark prop Tialata) but she figured it couldn’t get any worse.
Boy, was she ever wrong. A few days ago, Ms. GD sent galaxyMafia of what Sione Lauaki currently looks like. Words can’t describe it. It is just that strange and macabre. GalaxyMafia can only image what internal horrors and quiet desperation led Sione to this calamitous decision.
Maybe one day, Sione will finally find what makes him happy, something that he can cherish and look forward to, something that won’t make him fcuk up his hair yet again but, she ain’t holding out much hope.
Sione. . .for now. . .until the next bout of seething depression
Hello Dear Readers and welcome to the very first SNV of 2007! We have some lovely specimens for you tonight, all different flavors, sizes and sexualities so go get your towels (and some lotion or lube if you’re a guy) and relax as you watch some of the best Hot Ass Men the Internet has to offer. Please don’t uh, sprain anything and WOOT! WOOT! ya’ll!
Another day…another post about my obsession with NZ Rugby…
So where to begin Dear Readers? Twas not so long ago that the apple of Ms. GD’s eye was (the still very awesome) Wentworth Miller but now with DSL and rugby games on demand, Ms. GD has broadened her Hot Ass Man horizons to include Pacific Islanders, Maori and the occasional New Zealander of European decent.
Good googly-goo but these men are the hotness ya’ll! But, I hear you chirp, just how hot are they Ms. GD? Well my Dear Inquisitive Readers, they are so very hot that four of them are currently on the top ranked national team (the All Blacks) in the world, seven of them are on the second ranked (but #1 in our hearts) team in New Zealand, three of them are on the top ranked team in NZ and they all reign supreme…all alone…at the top of the world rugby ladder and they manage to do it while being, as Mama Diva said when she say them, “Gooooooood lookin’!”
So how does one rate or even manage all this hotness? And more to the point, how does one Ms. GD express that measurement in a way her Dear Readers will comprehend? There are only three ways I can think of…organizational charts and pictures with comparisons to figures from classical Greek mythos! What? You got another way?
Canterbury Crusaders/Canterbury: Mose Tuiali’i/Morpheus – God of Dreams Just one look at Mose and you can see why he would embody the spirit of the god of dreams – he’s soooooo dreamy! Aaaaaargh! I swear, when I first say this photo I almost fell out of my chair! With that steely gaze and that shimmering, wet body…OH LAWD! And add to that the fact that he’s a God fearing, church going man and that just makes him all the more superb. Is that even possible? But, Ladies and Gentlemen, before you purchase those airline tickets you should know that he’s married. I know…sad huh?
Auckland Blues/Auckland: Doug Howlett /Poseidon – God of the sea, horses and earthquakes Well I certainly felt the earth move the first time I saw Dougie! Not to mention a fair bit of moisture down south! Wait…I guess we shouldn’t mention that? And even though I’m afraid of horses (Ms. GD thinks anything that isn’t a dog or a cat is a wild animal) I’d certainly set astride one if Mr. Hot-lett were giving me a boost! Oooooooo…his hands on my ass…*cough*…sorry. Doug’s beautiful brown/hazel eyes, ebony locks, and square jawed loveliness have been a regular feature in my fantasies and I don’t see that changing anytime soon. What I wouldn’t give to be submerged in a warm, blue green sea with him. Sigh!
Waikato Chiefs/Waikato: Sione Lauaki/Atlas – Condemned by Zeus to stand at the western edge of the earth and shoulder the weight of the heavens Technically Atlas isn’t a god but a Titan. However, comparing Mr. Lauaki to the doomed Titan is strangely fitting. His formidable appearance and great strength on the pitch is legendary. Unfortunately, Dear Sione hasn’t yet mastered the skill of keeping his aggression on the field. In short, he’s got an anger management problem and is quick with the fisticuffs! I ain’t mad at him though. I just think he’s misunderstood and maybe a little lonely. I’d love to cuddle him to my ample bosom, rock him back and forth and tell him it’s gonna be alright. And while I’m rocking him I’ll run my fingers (and toes) through that gorgeous mop of fat, silky curls and place a juicy kiss on those lips and…oh well you get the picture. Right?
Richard Kahui/Ares – God of savage war, or bloodlust So young…so innocent…my Aunt Fanny! Young Mr. Kahui may look like he just got his braces off and his first big boy haircut but this man is a true warrior on the pitch! He showed his ass on the field this year (Only figuratively speaking of course…DAMNIT!) and had all the sports pundits salivating all over themselves and shorting out their computers! I was salivating too but not because he was the top scorer in the Air New Zealand Cup. No Ms. GD was drooling like a hungry cheetah because this youngin’ is FINE! Richard gotz a nice little ass on him fo reals yo!
Mils Muliaina/Apollo – God of medicine and healing, light, truth, archery and also a bringer of death-dealing plague Well I know I felt the healing powers of Malili the first time I saw him! Praise be ya’ll! Let’s just get right to the point Dear Readers, I love this man’s body! Yes he’s a bit on the lean side but my goodness is he not perfectly defined and toned without an ounce of extra fat on him! And those legs! Ow! His voice is wonderful too. It’s not too booming but not too high either and when I hear it I just want to curl up in his lap like a cat! Unfortunately he’s hopelessly devoted to his girlfriend of many years which means I’ll never…ever get a chance to get anywhere near his lap!
Wellington Lions/Hurricanes: Tana Umaga/Zeus – King of the gods, ruler of Mount Olympus, and god of the sky and thunder Oh Tana, if only I’d been born in New Zealand you’d be married to me and not…well, the woman you are currently married to! What can I say about one of the greatest players of modern rugby that hasn’t already been said? Oh yeah – He’s The Hotness Ya’ll! He’s not what some would call traditionally handsome but there’s just something about Mr. Umaga, a sort of animal magnetism if you will. It’s that sort of raw, aggressive, sexual power that makes you want to scream and cry and hyperventilate before passing out on the floor! Okay well maybe I’m the only one that feels this way but that doesn’t negate his royal hotness!
Ma’a Nonu/Eros – God of lust, love, and sex and also worshipped as a fertility deity Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Damn! Good Lord but he is beautiful! It just makes no sense for someone to be that beautiful! It makes no sense for a man to be that beautiful! And if his awesome beauty wasn’t enough he has a body like a brick shit house! Good Lord! Oh that smile! That smile like the molten surface of the sun! Dear Readers I could never meet him. Either I’d act like the village idiot and mumble incoherently whilst drooling all over his shoes or I’d molest him. Yes. It’s as simple as that.
Lome Fa’atau/Dionysus – God of wine; both it’s intoxicating power and its social and beneficial influences, promoter of civilization, a lawgiver, and lover of peace as well as the patron deity of agriculture and the theater He’s everything a zaftig and cute as a button Texas girl could want – devout Catholic, proud Samoan/New Zealander, tall and fine like a mutha, world class winger (only a Fijian could catch him), top try scorer for the 2006 Super 14, and the most handsome man I have ever seen in my whole...entire...LIFE! I’m talking movie star/model good looks ya’ll! Sigh. Marry me baby. Please? I’ll be a wonderful wife and mother to you and our three beautiful children! I promise baby!!! Damn…did I type that out loud?
Neemia Tialata/Pan – God of shepherds and their flocks, known for his music, capable of arousing inspiration, sexuality, or panic, depending on his intentions What’s not to like about a man that loves a damn dog like this? And did I mention he plays the guitar? And that he’s fiercely devoted to his family? He also knows his way around a bottle of hair gel (Check out that faux hawk!) And did I mention his perfectly edged up sideburns? Oh yes and as galaxyMafia would be quick to point out, he’s the linchpin of the Wellington/All Blacks scrum? And let us not forget the most important thing of all – those magnificent thighs of Adamantium! Egads and Ooooooowwww baby! You can “wrastle” with me anytime Mr. Tialata!
Shannon Paku/Hermes – God of boundaries and of the travelers who cross them, of shepherds and cowherds, of orators and wit, of literature and poets, of athletics, of weights and measures and invention and commerce in general, and of the cunning of thieves and liars Mr. Paku needs to work on those errant cowlicks and stop parting his hair straight down the middle like Alfalfa but we’ll forgive him these minor flaws because, 1. He’s married now and that shit is his new wife’s problem and 2. All we care about are those long, luscious, luxurious legs of his and the way he likes to tease us by wearing those shawt rugby shawts. Good Lawd!
Tamati Ellison/Zephyrus – The west wind and bringer of light spring and early summer breezes He’s much too young but I’d be lying if I said I wouldn’t enjoy turning him out! I don’t think he’s completely inexperienced (They start early in New Zealand plus he’s a professional athlete!) but I doubt he’s had the full benefit of many kindly, mature women in his life…if ya know what I’m saying Dear Readers. But then again, he might be able to show me a thing or three in which case I better take my vitamins and remember to stretch before we get started. What the young ones lack in control they more than make up for in stamina. Tally-Ho!
Jerry Collins/Hades – God of the Dead Jerry Collins. Jerry Collins. Oooooo weeeee Jerry Collins! Everything I have to say about him has already been said here . Mmmmm…mmmm…Jerry Collins!
Hot Ass 2006 Super 14 Advert featuring Ma’a Nonu, Sione Lauaki and many sexy others!
This is my last official rugby post of the year so I hope you enjoyed it Dear Readers. I’m taking a short break from all this rugby foolishness until Super 14 starts in February. Now this doesn’t mean that if something (or someone) juicy pops up that I won’t blog about it. It just means I’m going to try and focus on something else besides Hot Ass Rugby Players. Pray for a sister ya’ll. – GD
Why Sushi? We don’t like sushi. We prefer our fish cooked but we respect the rights of all humans to eat their fish raw. Having said that, on to why we have dubbed this blog, Sex and the Sushi. Have you ever seen a man that was so hot to death you thought you’d do almost anything to have him? We’ve felt that way also which is why when we see a man like that we say we’d eat sushi off him. That’s right – he’s so fine we’d eat raw seafood off his hot body! Please send all complements, questions, suggestions, and complaints to Miss Sakamoto at the_sushi_diaries@yahoo.com
Hate it or love it we want to hear from YOU! Send all your complements, questions, suggestions, and complaints to Ms. GD and gM at the_sushi_diaries@yahoo.com. If we really dig your comments we’ll give you a shout out during the next podcast!
Our Rugby World Cup Podcasts
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Our Super 14 2007 Podcasts
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