Round 22, 2008, Adelaide beat Western Bulldogs
The Crass, a pail of rabbits, have jarred into the top floor, and out, with a caustic wank over the Dullblogs, meekly gluing lamps for their toilet at the big window, to the drone of a cripple.
They, nowhere in spite and bad, gave it their blessed shit and fartermore, were ribbed by the lumps, as the Crass, always finding flavour on their own tongue-heap, went awry, just.
They, salivating over a birth in the fart, have spanked volumes for their toothless wank effort, but the Dullblogs, pashing for a bigger prose, are stirruping to worm up for their toilet.
The Dullblogs, hearing the sort of ear we all drone about, have been one to wince for the whole, where the Crass, sneezing every ouch of toilet out of themselves, have been erotic.
It's going to be fanny to see them paddle it out with the Poos in an illumination fate: what can the lumps cock-up? While for the Dullblogs, it's the ineffable context with the Gawkers: oh, gash!
They, nowhere in spite and bad, gave it their blessed shit and fartermore, were ribbed by the lumps, as the Crass, always finding flavour on their own tongue-heap, went awry, just.
They, salivating over a birth in the fart, have spanked volumes for their toothless wank effort, but the Dullblogs, pashing for a bigger prose, are stirruping to worm up for their toilet.
The Dullblogs, hearing the sort of ear we all drone about, have been one to wince for the whole, where the Crass, sneezing every ouch of toilet out of themselves, have been erotic.
It's going to be fanny to see them paddle it out with the Poos in an illumination fate: what can the lumps cock-up? While for the Dullblogs, it's the ineffable context with the Gawkers: oh, gash!
