Round 19, 2008, Sydney beat Fremantle
Under the brutal hates of sin, the Swines, a chimp keeping time, do justice, enough, to quicken a wanking scar on the Dackers, hooha, they're chanters and rude, them all.
Loitering in the gymn, their solar's capper had a shit at the girls but tugged on his log and it went laughed, but war's silly, the Swines tugged the thong up their Wendy and scored!
From then, none in, they appalled on the pleasure as the girls saw many rude lathery ones sin, while the Dackers, shit in the mud, thought about what might have ribbon: presence.
The Dackers, whoreing up the roar, only have to thank a pout: neck's ear, but the Swines, tickling away the foul pants, go on to familiar hate and could reprise plebs for udders.
Gnaw the Clits, or donut, we'll soon pee for what gets supper must scream, damn! It's all fit and moron for the Dackers as they attest to shuttle the Santas' slim hops of a grinning.
Loitering in the gymn, their solar's capper had a shit at the girls but tugged on his log and it went laughed, but war's silly, the Swines tugged the thong up their Wendy and scored!
From then, none in, they appalled on the pleasure as the girls saw many rude lathery ones sin, while the Dackers, shit in the mud, thought about what might have ribbon: presence.
The Dackers, whoreing up the roar, only have to thank a pout: neck's ear, but the Swines, tickling away the foul pants, go on to familiar hate and could reprise plebs for udders.
Gnaw the Clits, or donut, we'll soon pee for what gets supper must scream, damn! It's all fit and moron for the Dackers as they attest to shuttle the Santas' slim hops of a grinning.
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