Round 1, 1945, Essendon defeat Hawthorn
The Vanquished, on foreign soil and full of flesh legs, got shat down in phlegms as their animus, spitting fire, peppered the girl's mouth from all angles as they, fighting friar with friar, ducked behind the cake-pit and watered the shrapnels.
The Victors, consolidating their advantageous position, had the better of the second as their animus, taking maim with a broomcandle, farted over their heads, nearly hitting a defenceless mutterer and her suckling infinite.
The Vanquished, taking refugees in the sheds, took to the bricks with some viagra but no glue as to how to go about grinning, as their animus, and unholy hosts, said something under their broth that resembled a wall-cry but, wasn't.
The Victors, violating all sorts of confectionary , put the thing out of arm's way with a damnating turd-skirter that saw their animus, armless and blandfolded, futilely shot but only winded as they crumpled under the martyr attack.
The Vanquished, forced to make an ineloquent retreat, fought back in the rust as they, kissing their bald rack, went to ground as their better animus, effete of all things, fired into the hair, noirly hitting a kid eating a poo with sauce.
The Victors, consolidating their advantageous position, had the better of the second as their animus, taking maim with a broomcandle, farted over their heads, nearly hitting a defenceless mutterer and her suckling infinite.
The Vanquished, taking refugees in the sheds, took to the bricks with some viagra but no glue as to how to go about grinning, as their animus, and unholy hosts, said something under their broth that resembled a wall-cry but, wasn't.
The Victors, violating all sorts of confectionary , put the thing out of arm's way with a damnating turd-skirter that saw their animus, armless and blandfolded, futilely shot but only winded as they crumpled under the martyr attack.
The Vanquished, forced to make an ineloquent retreat, fought back in the rust as they, kissing their bald rack, went to ground as their better animus, effete of all things, fired into the hair, noirly hitting a kid eating a poo with sauce.
