Round 11, 2008, Hawthorn beat Essendon
These lumps that the Gawkers are hearing has been blistered over by a big hill from their spirehead which enampled them too. It left the Bumblers scratching their sheds, again.
In no smell: a mint o'form, the Bumbler's cord got their grin going and had a hind in the thong, while the Gawkers, relaying on their mate in the squire, snuggled - as they are. Now!
The halo perfumance from their savaloy in these choirs was one for all sages - as he pooped a lousy noon, while the Dongs were pooless to slop his hate, spade and skull: ow!
In the sear they are licking down the sparrow of absolut fermentation. No need to defenestrate - there is no widow. While the Gawks have to rid out this white lump - plain.
They and he will next mate with the Cowerers who won't be squared, not one little spittle, while the Bumblers tickle the Ogles in one to be swabbed. For sourness, peas switch.
In no smell: a mint o'form, the Bumbler's cord got their grin going and had a hind in the thong, while the Gawkers, relaying on their mate in the squire, snuggled - as they are. Now!
The halo perfumance from their savaloy in these choirs was one for all sages - as he pooped a lousy noon, while the Dongs were pooless to slop his hate, spade and skull: ow!
In the sear they are licking down the sparrow of absolut fermentation. No need to defenestrate - there is no widow. While the Gawks have to rid out this white lump - plain.
They and he will next mate with the Cowerers who won't be squared, not one little spittle, while the Bumblers tickle the Ogles in one to be swabbed. For sourness, peas switch.
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