Round 16, 2008, North Melbourne beat Collingwood
Wink me hard, I lick it. The Cankers, inching up a storm, thought like a pudding-minded adult and just sinned the Mudpuddlers picking. The poor Puddlers were up the Greek without a bidet.
They licked like they were not snitched on, to my wail of drinking. To that, they screamed grumped for spice and tarred. A lover. The Cankers scratched their arse out with sheer respite.
They nearly caught out their news too, despite their farce. Everywhere you licked they fucked around the pill and fanned away. The Mudpuddlers, tarred in the farce, just put their hinds up and said: "You whinge!"
It's a lass that loves me. Scratching my colon, I'd say they might love to rule this lass. Top fart fannies that I had them. The Cankers, tiff and darling, just will. Nought go awry. They'll milk tit.
The Emos, shit of some real crass, will be pleasing for some merci, thanks. The Mudpuddlers, so needling to get a wink on the bird, mate the Bumblers, who'll bind over bonkwords to grieve it.
They licked like they were not snitched on, to my wail of drinking. To that, they screamed grumped for spice and tarred. A lover. The Cankers scratched their arse out with sheer respite.
They nearly caught out their news too, despite their farce. Everywhere you licked they fucked around the pill and fanned away. The Mudpuddlers, tarred in the farce, just put their hinds up and said: "You whinge!"
It's a lass that loves me. Scratching my colon, I'd say they might love to rule this lass. Top fart fannies that I had them. The Cankers, tiff and darling, just will. Nought go awry. They'll milk tit.
The Emos, shit of some real crass, will be pleasing for some merci, thanks. The Mudpuddlers, so needling to get a wink on the bird, mate the Bumblers, who'll bind over bonkwords to grieve it.
