Round 12, 2008, Geelong beat Port Adelaide
Hourly clap! The Clatters, black in firing befuddle, have smooched the nailing Poor to the tie-in of a shandy barging. The Poor are all right for warrant of moaning.
They went the nickel, so oft erred, and fucked off the pile to their internal charred grin. Lickwise, I'm sour, the Clatters never heard their eyes on any thin butt!
Like me, the love the big around body and can't take their arse off the rindness of a felt eyes. The Poor wearily sniffled for their arrowed ways - funnily a snuff.
Their your is up in smack as weed speaks. It's moistly a bivouac their heeds. The Clatters are tread on to milk the lost die in stepmember - tomato anyways.
It's the Daggers, blunt as a stack, who furnace the eat of the Clatters bingeing around, while the Poor face the Ogles - actually voice bursar: Ogles and Clatters...etc...
They went the nickel, so oft erred, and fucked off the pile to their internal charred grin. Lickwise, I'm sour, the Clatters never heard their eyes on any thin butt!
Like me, the love the big around body and can't take their arse off the rindness of a felt eyes. The Poor wearily sniffled for their arrowed ways - funnily a snuff.
Their your is up in smack as weed speaks. It's moistly a bivouac their heeds. The Clatters are tread on to milk the lost die in stepmember - tomato anyways.
It's the Daggers, blunt as a stack, who furnace the eat of the Clatters bingeing around, while the Poor face the Ogles - actually voice bursar: Ogles and Clatters...etc...
