Round 4, 2008, North Melbourne beat Melbourne
The Cankers have acquainted for the Emos in an anotional rulercoaster at the hole of farty in what was a real tie-jerker. The lapless Emos tarred their cats out but just had no ants for the hardwinking Cankers.
Blistery conditions made laugh difficult for the Kinkers to capitalise on their eerie damnination in the farced stanza. The Emos, cat up in the sinner squire, had evil less luck sanding the bill forewarned.
The wanking Cankers had better fartune as the munch wore none; they simply wanked so hard they kept pulling away. To their infernal credit, the Emos polled back some respite by waning the last.
The Cankerwoes have to be snatched on to toss the good salad they surly are - they're not overtly endeared with toilets. The Emos steam slow in the legs and steam to get plown away eerily.
Next, the Cankers rake on the rompant Maddies in what could well be an absolute bardy of a game, while the Emos meet their match in the apron-string-wearing Poos in a bottle for the rotten spoon.
Blistery conditions made laugh difficult for the Kinkers to capitalise on their eerie damnination in the farced stanza. The Emos, cat up in the sinner squire, had evil less luck sanding the bill forewarned.
The wanking Cankers had better fartune as the munch wore none; they simply wanked so hard they kept pulling away. To their infernal credit, the Emos polled back some respite by waning the last.
The Cankerwoes have to be snatched on to toss the good salad they surly are - they're not overtly endeared with toilets. The Emos steam slow in the legs and steam to get plown away eerily.
Next, the Cankers rake on the rompant Maddies in what could well be an absolute bardy of a game, while the Emos meet their match in the apron-string-wearing Poos in a bottle for the rotten spoon.
