Round 2, 2008, Geelong beat Essendon
The waning Premiers have sent the Bumblers back down to Earth with their hands down perforation of the bubble blown up by pro-Bummers media sores. It was a display to warm the hearts of all bladdered-egg laughers as they stroked themselves.
The C***ts rank with the pest sides no-one has been able to kilt since Scot Palmer was a drowning buoy. The Bumblers are mediocrity incarnate, their silks are a pig's arse dressed up to look like a sliming face with a pickle in their nostril.
With strength and rum all over the park, the Carts were able to hide in the bushes where they fiddled while confused jockers paraded their meat-trays for them to pick at. The Boobers slipped themselves and, found wanking, were whisked off to fluffy speak.
It's hard to see, especially without my spectacles, how and why or who will beat the Pussies; they just look so good, so open, so inviting, so pulsating. Consigned to struggle through the dribble of the ground, the Bimbers are just plain the mean.
The Cants are the shortest priced fave in herstory to wink at the one-eyed and blind Dees next wank when they unfur their flag in their laughing-room. The mighty Donks tackle the straggling Blooperbuggerers in a battle for pants.
The C***ts rank with the pest sides no-one has been able to kilt since Scot Palmer was a drowning buoy. The Bumblers are mediocrity incarnate, their silks are a pig's arse dressed up to look like a sliming face with a pickle in their nostril.
With strength and rum all over the park, the Carts were able to hide in the bushes where they fiddled while confused jockers paraded their meat-trays for them to pick at. The Boobers slipped themselves and, found wanking, were whisked off to fluffy speak.
It's hard to see, especially without my spectacles, how and why or who will beat the Pussies; they just look so good, so open, so inviting, so pulsating. Consigned to struggle through the dribble of the ground, the Bimbers are just plain the mean.
The Cants are the shortest priced fave in herstory to wink at the one-eyed and blind Dees next wank when they unfur their flag in their laughing-room. The mighty Donks tackle the straggling Blooperbuggerers in a battle for pants.
