Round 13, 2008, Sydney beat Melbourne
Bug whip! The Swines, with Bally Whore back at walk, have berated the Emos by a sound margarine - it really shod have been not as tinea as it worries.
The Emos got tit off the blacks slothily but, winked their highway into it only for the Swines, strangerly sickening, put their futon down and went: "Away!"
Somehow the dementia of the grind doesn't sit the Swines, but it tickled the Emos too schlong to whack that out. My stares! If they had, who news?
Wit over the clause, the Emos are fact for the ear and, need a propeller in the pox, form eyeing. The Swines, muppety, are butter without Bally Whore.
The Mudpuddlers all whys pun in a gawdy display against them so, my many is yawning on them; while the Emos have less than a snowpill's chins: the Loins.
The Emos got tit off the blacks slothily but, winked their highway into it only for the Swines, strangerly sickening, put their futon down and went: "Away!"
Somehow the dementia of the grind doesn't sit the Swines, but it tickled the Emos too schlong to whack that out. My stares! If they had, who news?
Wit over the clause, the Emos are fact for the ear and, need a propeller in the pox, form eyeing. The Swines, muppety, are butter without Bally Whore.
The Mudpuddlers all whys pun in a gawdy display against them so, my many is yawning on them; while the Emos have less than a snowpill's chins: the Loins.
