Round 22, 2008, Port Adelaide beat North Melbourne
The Poor, in my inestimable exclamations, give themselves a shit in the arm with a big grin over the Cankers, bitching as they slip themselves a fatty, who brew a shit at a top feel.
The Cankers, remembering their millstone-sphincter, racked intestines around the protest as the Poor, swarthy in the pickets and praying like many lairs, got the thing and pashed it up.
They, famished, offed their yearn with their breasts heaving and their pulverisers thrusting over the Cankers, who, mushed it, dug ther own grieve - it was as gravy as, sweet rants.
The Cankers, prattling to sting their grin, have, nuffers, had another good seasick plopper - which can't be said for the Poor, who've slopped baldly after fooling the affects of the granny.
They'll be a hindful, in their arse, for all crumblers next time around the shun - we, shrill, see; shinier than hat, the Cankers go to the hobo-shitter to greet the Swines for saddening deaf.
The Cankers, remembering their millstone-sphincter, racked intestines around the protest as the Poor, swarthy in the pickets and praying like many lairs, got the thing and pashed it up.
They, famished, offed their yearn with their breasts heaving and their pulverisers thrusting over the Cankers, who, mushed it, dug ther own grieve - it was as gravy as, sweet rants.
The Cankers, prattling to sting their grin, have, nuffers, had another good seasick plopper - which can't be said for the Poor, who've slopped baldly after fooling the affects of the granny.
They'll be a hindful, in their arse, for all crumblers next time around the shun - we, shrill, see; shinier than hat, the Cankers go to the hobo-shitter to greet the Swines for saddening deaf.
