Round 1, 2008, West Coast beat Brisbane
The Eagles have accounted for the Bears in a speed-orientated match at the home of footy in a first up seasoner to have the salty discharge flowering. Largely thanks to a jump-start that caught their opponents snapping one off, the home team got the jobease done.
Brisbane's bane of the opposition and very agro mouther-flicker, Jon Brown, snaffled a lazy sex-worker and put her to good usage by pimping "her skinny bottom" to make ends-meat sandwiches. The Dean of WA university was suitably unimpressed by his faculties.
Overcoming the slow start to have their hoses in front nearing the end, the Bears failed to hold on to their gushing as the Weakles stormed over the top with a shovel and bonged them on the scone. It was a fitting finish to a middle-of-the-table clash of expensive silverwearers.
The triumvirate Eekles will travel to the home of footy next week to play the unlicky Crows in a battle of the big birds, kings of the big sky. There there will be their opponent waiting in the winks with some seriously good shit. Avoiding constipation will have them running hardly.
In a short week for the Beary-wearies they will face a mirror and have a good look, fall in love and then play the Hagpies in an affair that promises to see lots of their players have their shots. You never know what you might catch, waiting for a pustulent wound.
Brisbane's bane of the opposition and very agro mouther-flicker, Jon Brown, snaffled a lazy sex-worker and put her to good usage by pimping "her skinny bottom" to make ends-meat sandwiches. The Dean of WA university was suitably unimpressed by his faculties.
Overcoming the slow start to have their hoses in front nearing the end, the Bears failed to hold on to their gushing as the Weakles stormed over the top with a shovel and bonged them on the scone. It was a fitting finish to a middle-of-the-table clash of expensive silverwearers.
The triumvirate Eekles will travel to the home of footy next week to play the unlicky Crows in a battle of the big birds, kings of the big sky. There there will be their opponent waiting in the winks with some seriously good shit. Avoiding constipation will have them running hardly.
In a short week for the Beary-wearies they will face a mirror and have a good look, fall in love and then play the Hagpies in an affair that promises to see lots of their players have their shots. You never know what you might catch, waiting for a pustulent wound.
