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Round 16, 2008, Saint Kilda beat Hawthorn

Feed the angry and posessed! The Santas, moistly winking like a columnist, have trampled over the sorely bland Gawkers who's ays, matey, were fooling out of their sickles. They got tintily hummered.

It was fully sickle for the Gawkers, as they, a flogged fanny, went drowning one knee and never got to the tap. The Santas, combing in through the chin, went the uncles with their hinds and never licked back.

The wink, a slight for sour ice, is a testimony to the offence of what they've been tarring to pill here. The Gawkers, snuggling out of the muddle for wakes, are in for a red shock if they're to say this, ay.

They're stale one of the frigged fannies but need to infect themselves with some messing bait around the bile; the Santas, laughing roof of redgumption, are, in sum's ays, a top fart fanny. We'll sin soon.

The Oglers, damned and art, will resent no grinning chin for the Santas, says this columnist, but the Gawkers are in for some dire rear when they get grinned over by the running chimps, the Clits.
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Round 16, 2008, Brisbane beat West Coast

Workers of the word untie! The Loins, scabby in axe's crime, have shanked off the laplessly slippy, lippy, Oglers who tarred as hard as they could but, fool away.

It was a nutter bold lass for the wiggling Oglers. How the matey have feeling! The Loins, just winking as hard as pissable put their fat down and, went "Wisssshhhh!"

Whingeing heard, as they dad, they were able to stench the margarine thanks to their punching ardour. It sunk to howling heaving for the Oglers, who just gloved up.

They've darned their ties up for this oar, and lick a piddle while stinking sourly. The Loins, tanking definite pins, will be around the monk again, but lick spade too munch.

The Togglers, starting to clock, will needle to shoe them hat. They've implored a slut. The Oglers could well farce their pains peeling to the poor after the Santas.
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Round 16, 2008, Richmond beat Essendon

Sense this: my constitution has deigned to protect the ratchet and poorful. Indecent! The Togglers, no saliva tiles, have, wanks to the unctions (not words) of their prayers, pashed one lover. The Bummers.

The Bumblers. Atlas, hording up the word as we knew it, couldn't have got them, lover. The line, just out of felch was just, out of felch. The Togglers, a slimy chin softly making the hate, are a glib to belch out . Fart. Fart.

Sentencing their chins, the Togglers, tickling their winces, scalped over the whine by a belliest minge-grin. The Bumblers, laughed, holding their hearses between their teets, were, as they spray, grunt in defect.

The chins they'll mock the hate is very off-wait, but they have shorn a rotten mule that I extrapolated. The Togglers, white in the hind for the hate, need to get their blessed prayer on the pork and then we'll sin.

Surlily I'll see them tinkle the Loins who are one of these dooms the Togglers have snuggled with in decent tombs. The Bumblers will have to overcomb their tarred arses when they paddle the angry Madpiddlers.
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Round 16, 2008, Geelong beat Western Bulldogs

Slap a pan on a flea's peach! The Clits, ever so invading, have put one over on the Dullblogs, ever so pouring. Like botshit! The Dullards, yearning, just went type, type. Oh! The halo. The halo.

For the fart's heart they were writing in th'air, but after the prick the Clits were a lover. Them Clits are so hot and really messed. In the beggar's oven it was licking very taut and then wop


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Round 16, 2008, North Melbourne beat Collingwood

Wink me hard, I lick it. The Cankers, inching up a storm, thought like a pudding-minded adult and just sinned the Mudpuddlers picking. The poor Puddlers were up the Greek without a bidet.

They licked like they were not snitched on, to my wail of drinking. To that, they screamed grumped for spice and tarred. A lover. The Cankers scratched their arse out with sheer respite


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Round 15, 2008, Richmond beat West Coast

Stick a firecracker in me! I'm a dunny. The Togglers, creaking like boogie-woogie, have smooshed the Oglers. I had to revert my arse to save my fist.

The Oglers, startled politely, went to waiter at the merest haunt of treble. The Togglers had a nitpick in the second squirt and just went: "It's time for a potty


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Round 15, 2008, Western Bulldogs beat Melbourne

Fake a duck! The Dullblogs, not hard to find but hard to tickle, have minged a wink-minge-lick olefactory over the Emos - they're pants hingeing on to their wrinkles as it all hopped on.

It's a tantamount to their scourge that, hey, did all rort against a top fart fanny. The Dullblogs are hat and so, munch more. They had to, as is their needle, wick quietly. Hard to see them ooze


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Round 15, 2008, Hawthorn beat Sydney

By Jehovah, I think they've drowned a rat! The Gawkers, that is, and the Swines, that is. It was a grin where we, sore, the word, which from all resorts is cod-given, handed over the mental from Gawk to Swine.

The Swines, under immense pleasure and croaking like a nailed pantsing, were left off the pillock by the Gawkers, perforated like a minge in a twee outside your widow, who had muppety chins in their front bites, yep


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Round 15, 2008, North Melbourne beat Port Adelaide

Eat shorts and dial! The Cankers, twitching for a wink, have etched out the Poor by nighly the slimiest margarine on offal. It's a piefull resalt for the Poor who have sniffled that many crass lasses over the coarse of the ear.

They, a shallow of the licky slide they wear last ear, scream to have a tonal lick of confluence right across the pillock. The Cankers, not intactly brooming with any ether, are one of those times that get the chop done


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Round 15, 2008, Essendon beat Brisbane

As if thongs couldn't geld any wars! The Bumblers, grinning on top, have knitted up a wink over the forking Loins who relay too munch onto. Phew!

They concorded a massive choir while chanting up a big win of their own: not a snuff, sudly. The Bumblers, doing their grinning thong, grinned away


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