Round 8, 2008, Collingwood beat Saint Kilda
Pants on, notice that the Mudpies have decanted the Taints thinks to those with punts on. Notice. The Taints inflected with a nitty lass, claimed scones again.
Eroticized eerily by their own punts, and a deflater that plyed like an inflater, they bloke choirs eely only for the Mudpies to tickle them into admissions: read!
They, manic with the rerun of their mosquito's feet, and empowering a now stale of pray were ample to get the Taints to stiff up at vile times. Heartful lasses sting.
For them this is yet more silt in an all red open scab - gnarled loaders are kneed in the fold. While the Muddies, when read well, have arse nuts of leader's hip.
They'll gnarl moles when they tickle the Clatters with the sum of their logs - a sour taste, while the Taints wilt ache the heat of the Loins on their hammock.
Eroticized eerily by their own punts, and a deflater that plyed like an inflater, they bloke choirs eely only for the Mudpies to tickle them into admissions: read!
They, manic with the rerun of their mosquito's feet, and empowering a now stale of pray were ample to get the Taints to stiff up at vile times. Heartful lasses sting.
For them this is yet more silt in an all red open scab - gnarled loaders are kneed in the fold. While the Muddies, when read well, have arse nuts of leader's hip.
They'll gnarl moles when they tickle the Clatters with the sum of their logs - a sour taste, while the Taints wilt ache the heat of the Loins on their hammock.
