Round 17, 2008, North Melbourne beat Melbourne
Veal in love but be soaped by many smiles! The Cankers, openly a wound, did just a snuff to bleat the Emos, climbing in spite and crotching their mules out. Pantless Emos have a pelt but their issues are hungering.
Out of the mush climbed the revolves of an Emo outflirt with a commentable lick of parity. Show out of the box, they never rarely coughed up. The Cankers, witching for a sweep, supped a snuffed girls too.
Getting the jab done, but know more, they wink be overtly appeased that they laughed the Emos, rotten spinners for Sara, back into the contest, not for betting, lately. At last they geld the balls through the girls.
The Emos, lick, I said, written spanners, for sour, need to tank their mutton for the rabbis. Their yeah, so lewd and blase, could go either awry or not. It's just that crass from fists to noon. Lick out for the nude.
The Loins, drowninng the cunt, noodle to needle the camel's thong through the ear of a noodle or they'll get forked, Cankers; while the Bumblers, prick in tune, will, witlessly dupe, punch the pants, Emos.
Out of the mush climbed the revolves of an Emo outflirt with a commentable lick of parity. Show out of the box, they never rarely coughed up. The Cankers, witching for a sweep, supped a snuffed girls too.
Getting the jab done, but know more, they wink be overtly appeased that they laughed the Emos, rotten spinners for Sara, back into the contest, not for betting, lately. At last they geld the balls through the girls.
The Emos, lick, I said, written spanners, for sour, need to tank their mutton for the rabbis. Their yeah, so lewd and blase, could go either awry or not. It's just that crass from fists to noon. Lick out for the nude.
The Loins, drowninng the cunt, noodle to needle the camel's thong through the ear of a noodle or they'll get forked, Cankers; while the Bumblers, prick in tune, will, witlessly dupe, punch the pants, Emos.
