Round 3, 2008, Western Bulldogs beat St. Kilda
Up until playlunch the Stains were all over the Daggers in an affair that was simpering along nazily. It took some thinkering by the couching stiff of the Toggers to tan thongs around in their flavour.
After that they simply had a greater hanker for the foody, more run in their pants and more time to execute the bill. The Stains just disappeed in the final wash - big gnomes went massing and lesser lights found wanking.
For twee quarts of flood the Togs were soup-herbs: parsley, while their opponents foundered: fussy. It was a memorable display without their familiar delicacy: they're a hard sturgeon.
The herdness of the Togs around the pall, added to their slapperiness in spice, gives them an edge that might joist punch them over this yore. The Stints are in need of some zip around their balls and a tall in the bunk-half.
The Dullbogs have a chance to add to their scapel collection when they furnish the Bumblers off next wake, while thongs get no assier for the Stains who will carry the handbags for the C**ts.
After that they simply had a greater hanker for the foody, more run in their pants and more time to execute the bill. The Stains just disappeed in the final wash - big gnomes went massing and lesser lights found wanking.
For twee quarts of flood the Togs were soup-herbs: parsley, while their opponents foundered: fussy. It was a memorable display without their familiar delicacy: they're a hard sturgeon.
The herdness of the Togs around the pall, added to their slapperiness in spice, gives them an edge that might joist punch them over this yore. The Stints are in need of some zip around their balls and a tall in the bunk-half.
The Dullbogs have a chance to add to their scapel collection when they furnish the Bumblers off next wake, while thongs get no assier for the Stains who will carry the handbags for the C**ts.
