The ancient and infamous society that is the Rummies was formed on the eventful night of the 4^th of September, the foam party and all the madness and freestyling that went with it, inspired 4 men; 4 kings among men that go by the names of Jammer Rummy, Harry Rumsfeld, Jim Rumpel and Nobber Rummel to put the time and imagination to form this group devoted to getting rummied and causing havoc. These four men were later known as the 4 founding fathers. At first the rummies were numerous in numbers. The rummy dancing and chanting attracted many wannabe members, but as many of these wannabes fled off in taxis, the four founding fathers were left with Ralphie - we came to realise some streamlining was needed to be done. We felt the "Try Hards" did not have the necessary qualities that one needs to be rummy. Ralphie was welcomed aboard, Prataí or Cuppage as he was later known, duly followed. The 6 returned to the secret HQ of the Rummies, the Dungeon to have our first ever formal meeting. Some heavy drinking and hearty discussion took place and soon we had a catalogue of rules and ideals. But the numero uno rule was "If at any time you see a rummy who is not rummied - do you utmost to get him rummied". Many Try-Hards became jealous of our select group - they still wanted to think they were in the Rummies! But 1 man stood out, the enthusiasm and commitment he displayed earned him the seventh rummy spot - his name was "Bitch Rummy Doyle". We were now complete, after a blast of the rummy theme song (The A-Team), we proceeded to paint the town rummy. The Bailey Bar was our destination, luckily Rumsfeld and Rumpel stumbled upon this haven the previous night. The rummies felt right at home in this place where anything goes - and the 2 for 1 offer. The Rummies were completely responsible for the sudden influx of punters - the "try-hards", Loreto and HSD girls and St.Marys lads - to the bailey bar. The rest of the night was spent wandering the strip.