Round 6, 2008, Port Adelaide beat Saint Kilda
Pants off to the Poor who have token the chocolates aghast the Stains in art tight gimp at faulty-pork in Udderload. It crimp at a colt with a startled layer coiling darn with a mirror injustice; often the feet of the Poor.
It wars yet a nutter raison when the Poor have deflated the Stains, much to their internal chingrin. Slumtimes, one slide halts the wool on a nutter and there donuts seem munch airyone canned "oooo", pout-lip.
So it is that the Poor have the wand over the Stains who are no lunch for the fairy belts slides but half a hippy knacker of pelting the lure banked times. The Poor look like they are sent to catch chin again this ear.
The Stains, so steamily a contexter, are not rarely gone to geld anywhere this eon without some zip around the bile, I'm sour I've alweedy staid. It's just arse plain as the noise on your farce that they need an injection.
The Poor tickle on the Bumblers in wan they'll half to winch shout for, while the Stains, disparate for a wing, can lock forewarned to the imploding Taggers, in wilt could be a real chinlunge for the flavoured slide.
It wars yet a nutter raison when the Poor have deflated the Stains, much to their internal chingrin. Slumtimes, one slide halts the wool on a nutter and there donuts seem munch airyone canned "oooo", pout-lip.
So it is that the Poor have the wand over the Stains who are no lunch for the fairy belts slides but half a hippy knacker of pelting the lure banked times. The Poor look like they are sent to catch chin again this ear.
The Stains, so steamily a contexter, are not rarely gone to geld anywhere this eon without some zip around the bile, I'm sour I've alweedy staid. It's just arse plain as the noise on your farce that they need an injection.
The Poor tickle on the Bumblers in wan they'll half to winch shout for, while the Stains, disparate for a wing, can lock forewarned to the imploding Taggers, in wilt could be a real chinlunge for the flavoured slide.
