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April 24, 2006 | by  | in Opinion |
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Reasons why Wellington isn’t good at sport

  1. Too many gays
  2. Our pesky arts culture gets in the way
  3. We outcast the Hutt, when we should be harnessing its mongrel nature
  4. We’re a city of losers
  5. What are you talking about? Sport is for boring people with no lives
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  1. Mikhail says:

    :o
    where is the ” We are rugby and cricket nation”
    “Our mom didnt want us to play safe”
    “We generaly suck at unimportant sports”
    “Like americans, we are better then the rest of the world” :P

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