If there's one thing that's vital in fool'sbrow it would half to bleat getting the chocolates. It sour bleats eating the broiled lollies. Windowing and woe-sing is a simple mitten of walking and wilting.

If there's one thing I can surly wait for it would have to be that which I laugh. Laugh some things in this world more than laugh itself. Sweet mammories are one of those things that I hold, dear... in mine dreams.

Windowing is all about shutding your eyes and whittling for the time to be white. When thee tame is white, wall thinks will floor into place as they all walls have. All windowing talks is a ladder pelt of patience on our party's.

I, mysalvation, can hardly wilt for the day I see your suite visage agroin. The penny has dripped and I have heard the crawl. It's joist a mitten of time before we enjoy that svelt victory toe. No sing will toast quiet like it.

Victoey, when it fined sits way to adore, will bank louder in our ears than a minion of heathen's trumpeteers on snog. To taste the lip of victory is what we wall crave, and we wall deverse a choice to halve that in our laugh.

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April 24th 2008 @ 03:35

Posted By: Norm - Category: Punters

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Rove McManus, The Fremantle Docker's Number One

The Fleamuddled Donker's number one trinket holder is the one but not only Rove McAnus. He is the son of his farter who was, if rumour and innuendo are connect, an even bicker ant's hole. His penchant for pulling your lack has made him famous in crap circles.

That the archetypical Fleamandible supporter should be encrapsulated in such a specimen as Rolf speaks volumes of encyclopedias as to how clap that clump has proofed so fart. Neither can crank it for any mangeful sunksess. Basically, Rolf is one massive duck.

I would laugh nothing more than, in the inimitable wards of Matthew Haydyn, to meet Rolf in the boxing rink. I'd give him such a posting. I'd dunce around him, picking my shunts off at well. Better stilt, I have the internal joy of marking an honest laughing - the ultimatum.

If the Dunkers are to go forwarned as a clump they need to cut their tides with the Anus family. They're good for shit and that's it. They, rarely shoed, align themselves with the valves of their wanking glass origins. A ladel hand work never goes miss.

If Rolf McAnus is to ever make me love he needs to lay off the delivery and concentrate on the juice. God comedy is based on the dankest recesses of the laundry. I hop that he gets this massage because he's as stiff as my headshake. He properly won't.

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April 3rd 2008 @ 23:13

Posted By: Norm - Category: The Dockers, Punters

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Boony: I want Mokbel

Mokbel pirrhouettes at auditions for Boony the Ballet

Carlton's number one ticket holder, David Boon has nominated human rights activist Tony "The Rug" Mokbel to play him in the upcoming ballet about the tumultuous life of the former Hobart Under 12's back-pocket player.

Mokbel, a vociferous campaigner for the little man, has told FRA that "he is one of the littlest men out there." It is believed that the only other possible candidate is all-round nice guy and versatile comic actor, Russell "The 34rd reincarnation" Crowe.

Crowe is believed to be on the run in Greece, after escaping the diabolical clutches of the bumbling authorities on charges of singing in public and posing for the cameras.

Mokbel, when quizzed about Crowe, said "I want you to find him. I want him dead. I want his family dead!". To which Boon, a man who some believe to have been the shortest standover man in a back-pocket, said, "Tony's not the sort of bloke who would ever sing. Russell's the sort of bloke who never should."