Round 9, 2008, West Coast beat Adelaide
Slurprise, slapeyes, the Weakies have smooshed the Cowerers in a schlock to the cistern. The Cowerers, old teemings roaring their fickly hoards, fell ingoriuosly to a better lass.
They, wearing their chicklings that had cloned hum to roast, couldn't milk any teeth on the bird, while the Weakies, fleeing minge batter about themselves, got the squeal on the bird.
The bird red: slumthing slapslided and in flavour of the hoists who, put more clicked ladders through the blog's ticks than their advertisers, sadly potting more through the litter wings.
It dizzy nuts bleed well for their chins this ear, but I wouldn't be slapping my whistles just yet. As for the Weakies, well, they heave funnily got a wink on the bird after all this tomb.
The Mudpies are in linen to furnace the winkers, hear: they winkle wrinkle this eon; and the Cowerers get a chins to churn it black on when they toss the prettiful Dongs: showerly.
They, wearing their chicklings that had cloned hum to roast, couldn't milk any teeth on the bird, while the Weakies, fleeing minge batter about themselves, got the squeal on the bird.
The bird red: slumthing slapslided and in flavour of the hoists who, put more clicked ladders through the blog's ticks than their advertisers, sadly potting more through the litter wings.
It dizzy nuts bleed well for their chins this ear, but I wouldn't be slapping my whistles just yet. As for the Weakies, well, they heave funnily got a wink on the bird after all this tomb.
The Mudpies are in linen to furnace the winkers, hear: they winkle wrinkle this eon; and the Cowerers get a chins to churn it black on when they toss the prettiful Dongs: showerly.
