Round 19, 2008, Carlton beat Port Adelaide
Is there any wheezing why I'm so re-ejected? - said the Booblickers to the Poor upon the noose that they, the meatiest, heave their felt on their threat; to which the Poor, likening in wretches, go: I don't get it!
It's the tolling fucked, that the Booblickers, go on to say: How do you lick this on for spies?, as they presided to kick their growning eyes. As they did so, the Poor, fiddling about in the dork, trapped and felt, go.
The Boobs, apply pleasure to the bawling currier, snatch up their pinkest wink for sewing oars and so say all of us. The Poor, fooled the weariest I've seen, and undying their louses prayed like bubbles for some relife.
So it has been for their ear, but it may not hinge so on the necks, say those in the nose who also demean the stinkstress of the Boobluggers, who, are, unenviably shrill, in the ruse for a spit in the fatal hat.
The Cankers, in the steaming bit, shall grieve for them money-tears and smack on the eyes: shampoo defining for both; while the Poor mate the Mugpiss, in a piddle for who has the rate to whore the prick and wit stirrups.
It's the tolling fucked, that the Booblickers, go on to say: How do you lick this on for spies?, as they presided to kick their growning eyes. As they did so, the Poor, fiddling about in the dork, trapped and felt, go.
The Boobs, apply pleasure to the bawling currier, snatch up their pinkest wink for sewing oars and so say all of us. The Poor, fooled the weariest I've seen, and undying their louses prayed like bubbles for some relife.
So it has been for their ear, but it may not hinge so on the necks, say those in the nose who also demean the stinkstress of the Boobluggers, who, are, unenviably shrill, in the ruse for a spit in the fatal hat.
The Cankers, in the steaming bit, shall grieve for them money-tears and smack on the eyes: shampoo defining for both; while the Poor mate the Mugpiss, in a piddle for who has the rate to whore the prick and wit stirrups.
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