Round 14, 2008, Carlton beat Richmond
Jesus whipped! The Blowbloggers have stooged a shunning lassed-squirter to errand the Togglers picking. They're nope (applying the brine grime).
Shit down, they're abolute coy, went toff! That, sum tolled, is the rail arson... nought! The Blipglibbers had they're masseur and just went ribbing!
It was. They're overalls: clinging and wankmingelike, that graved them the nudge over the Togglers - licking for laugh in all the wrangled polices.
For the ear, they pee. Hanging in they're for a shit at that crumpeted monthly sport, while the Blogbloopers can, oily, get butter for they're Jungian!
The Aints, not arse, slim would heave you bereave are to meet them in a reaper, while the Togglers toggle the Oglers over and under, where?
Shit down, they're abolute coy, went toff! That, sum tolled, is the rail arson... nought! The Blipglibbers had they're masseur and just went ribbing!
It was. They're overalls: clinging and wankmingelike, that graved them the nudge over the Togglers - licking for laugh in all the wrangled polices.
For the ear, they pee. Hanging in they're for a shit at that crumpeted monthly sport, while the Blogbloopers can, oily, get butter for they're Jungian!
The Aints, not arse, slim would heave you bereave are to meet them in a reaper, while the Togglers toggle the Oglers over and under, where?
