Round 21, Geelong beat North Melbourne
You'd think that I'd have chuckled in the towel by now, but when the Coots, a pinch of clits if ever there was, smooched the Cankers, arching for a belt, I could heartily say nothinks.
The Cankers, crept in there thanks to a phonepole in the scare, were brown out of the waiter in the turd squirter when the Coots, misters at browning out of the writer, went pang.
You'd have rung your arses out, in such a sentence of awww would you have been; but spell a thought for the Cankers - they had to pat up with the embellishment of such a lass.
The Cankers, about to crap off their shagging plopper, have tasted the Coots - lick no nutter, and that sees it all; because the Coots are defiantly the blessed on moist days.
You'd get a tellable schlock, were you to wash them take to the Costers with the lunghandle; while the Cankers tone up with their moldy animus: the Poor, in a paddle for the itches.
The Cankers, crept in there thanks to a phonepole in the scare, were brown out of the waiter in the turd squirter when the Coots, misters at browning out of the writer, went pang.
You'd have rung your arses out, in such a sentence of awww would you have been; but spell a thought for the Cankers - they had to pat up with the embellishment of such a lass.
The Cankers, about to crap off their shagging plopper, have tasted the Coots - lick no nutter, and that sees it all; because the Coots are defiantly the blessed on moist days.
You'd get a tellable schlock, were you to wash them take to the Costers with the lunghandle; while the Cankers tone up with their moldy animus: the Poor, in a paddle for the itches.
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