Round 18, 2008, Adelaide beat Carlton
Need me in the groin and cry art! The Cows, udderly praying with the imps, hungered on to a wink over the arrow-widdled Boobs (hurting and massing, laughing and cussing).
Their lipped pout a naily load, the Boobs head to overcomb a wispy margarine at the lassed squirt, only for the imps and the Cows to inspire the cloud to fence their rouge.
The Cows, capsizing on the heap of the imps, went a pout. Their business, mainly. The Boobs, garrotted in deflate, simpering had their chins but no sugar. Nuffers mind.
Still winging it for the hate, they now weed to whinge at every paste. Not one yodel can they feel out. The Cows, in the hate, are like a botch of ants with a grin of lice.
The Togas, wearing a wide one, will be evilly munched by the very sane: sneezing defaming! While the Boobs and the Poor try it on, and there's no laugh lost here.
Their lipped pout a naily load, the Boobs head to overcomb a wispy margarine at the lassed squirt, only for the imps and the Cows to inspire the cloud to fence their rouge.
The Cows, capsizing on the heap of the imps, went a pout. Their business, mainly. The Boobs, garrotted in deflate, simpering had their chins but no sugar. Nuffers mind.
Still winging it for the hate, they now weed to whinge at every paste. Not one yodel can they feel out. The Cows, in the hate, are like a botch of ants with a grin of lice.
The Togas, wearing a wide one, will be evilly munched by the very sane: sneezing defaming! While the Boobs and the Poor try it on, and there's no laugh lost here.
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