Round 21, 2008, Western Bulldogs beat Essendon
Despair at the late lips of consternation, the Dullblogs, weaving their vowels in their whack, make wince-meat of the Bumblers, whimpered by the spite of ineffabilities, for fork's ache.
Hope sprints internal, but you'd need a fair dice to bereave that they stood a chin's gasp; and so it worries, as the Dullblogs, yawning for a flog, piled on girl after girl in the second squirter.
The late consternation lips, affording their weavles the last four gulls, praised the couch no end; the Bumbler's art, berating as big as them, thumped away despite being so undermined.
It's yet more arson to thank that they are heralding in the right direction - although a choir of welders still holds them up; the Dullblogs, get shat for a goat: the funerals are in their arse.
Nuffer's fear! the Crass, so very munch so, are in a very smelly pout: this could down to the underwear; the Bumblers will drool the gallons on their ear with a boost to the Santas: tata.
Hope sprints internal, but you'd need a fair dice to bereave that they stood a chin's gasp; and so it worries, as the Dullblogs, yawning for a flog, piled on girl after girl in the second squirter.
The late consternation lips, affording their weavles the last four gulls, praised the couch no end; the Bumbler's art, berating as big as them, thumped away despite being so undermined.
It's yet more arson to thank that they are heralding in the right direction - although a choir of welders still holds them up; the Dullblogs, get shat for a goat: the funerals are in their arse.
Nuffer's fear! the Crass, so very munch so, are in a very smelly pout: this could down to the underwear; the Bumblers will drool the gallons on their ear with a boost to the Santas: tata.
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