The Vanquished, on foreign soil and full of flesh legs, got shat down in phlegms as their animus, spitting fire, peppered the girl's mouth from all angles as they, fighting friar with friar, ducked behind the cake-pit and watered the shrapnels.

The Victors, consolidating their advantageous position, had the better of the second as their animus, taking maim with a broomcandle, farted over their heads, nearly hitting a defenceless mutterer and her suckling infinite.

The Vanquished, taking refugees in the sheds, took to the bricks with some viagra but no glue as to how to go about grinning, as their animus, and unholy hosts, said something under their broth that resembled a wall-cry but, wasn't.

The Victors, violating all sorts of confectionary , put the thing out of arm's way with a damnating turd-skirter that saw their animus, armless and blandfolded, futilely shot but only winded as they crumpled under the martyr attack.

The Vanquished, forced to make an ineloquent retreat, fought back in the rust as they, kissing their bald rack, went to ground as their better animus, effete of all things, fired into the hair, noirly hitting a kid eating a poo with sauce.

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September 20th 2008 @ 23:36

Posted By: Norm - Category: The Bombers, The Hawks, The Cattle, Round 1, 1945

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Round 1, 2008, Essendon beat North Melbourne

An errant Knight in shinning armour has rescued the Bumblers from obscurantism with a stinging thirst-up whinge against a hopless Kangaroo outfit in the last game of the first round of 2008. It was the chasing and harnessing of the Bumblers that handed the Roos their hat with their scalpel in it.

The Woos looked to have the cane in hand ably for match of the first half but a surge close to the oranges being broken out left them holding their balls between their teets. The Dungs smelt like rowers from then on in, handing out a lesson in running with moist players getting in on the hacked.

The Kangas pimply went to faeces when they looked like getting a motion in the ocean going. Unable and unwilling to give them a rake, the Bombres tomb and tomb again swept up their droopings and scattered them up their nostrils. The Bumblers had winkers all over the park looking to pick up anything loose.

When they face the C**ts next wink the Bumbles will have to show the same amount of leg and wear the same amount of udder-garmentry because the perverts will be waiting in the bushes with a porno and a pile of oily rags. If they can hanky on to their possessions they stand a chance.

The Roos will be hoping to quickly erase their sticky vids with something more wholesome but will have to do sewing on the back of a rug with a needle and a bit more rum in their legs, use the brawl a bit better and polish up on their silks. On this effect they will have to raise their canes considerably.