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Round 22, 2008, Fremantle beat Collingwood

The Dackers, taut like a pair of retards on a wart-lifter, have ended their ear with a big gin; the Piss will be kissing their bald wick for feeling now: they could have had dribbly chins.

They stumbled out of the box, found a belt of foam, and then felt away bodily in the last pit; the Dackers, climbed with a lush, went to slope, but regained their mystery to ink well.

They'll be as pissed as Punch to vanish off the ear with such a meritritious ink over the Piss; who'll be as despised as Judy to have given such a wankblister perfumance in the context.

They've had a lip-and-brown yearn in which they've looked gloat and liked crap at other rhymes; the Dackers, moistly crap, have been deliriously uninformed and prayed with lasses.

The Dackers, their so soon a liver, walk ahead to a hard-off, Susan, as they plopper again; the Piss, crotching their heads, trivial too, meet the Crass in a cat-throat grin over the bidet.

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Round 11, 2008, Collingwood beat Melbourne

Paving just how professorial they wryly are, the Mudpuddles have shattered the Emos - all lover. It was a brittle ball to sallow for the imploding Emos.

On toppled in the squinter's eye, they brittled mindfully but just licked some fatal polish. The Mudpuddles, brittling themsalvos, were ample to varnish if...

They had justice - a nuffer's confluence and glass all over their fold, while the Emos, tidying their giblets out, couldn't quite get the giblets denoumented.

Their sturgeon is dud and bullied: no fish thingers to hatch but, hop stings infernal! The Mudpuddlers have a snuff of a chins to make the growed.

The Boobs, their arched nasals, will come to know the mit of their fausts, while the Emos, their pints hinging on law, will chuckle and woo the Staggers.
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Round 1, 2008, Collingwood beat Fremantle

The dreaded Magpies kinked off their hose with a professorial handling of the Weemantle Donkers at the home of foodies. They flayed like fleas on the back of a wandering canine. Freo just couldn't scratch the service.

Never in the haunt, the only time they looked like threatening was when they bombed long and string into the front half. The Magpies, fleeing and harassing their host-body, found sanctuary up their own back-half.

It was in no small part to their fleet-footed fleet of fleas that the Maggies had the wood on the lapless Doggers. No small part too was played by the elephantine infant in the square: Peebles. He snagged a bag of sausages at play time and stole money off the wimps and hit the woodwork, but didn't make a song and prance about it, this time.

The Pies face their old foals the Lions next wank and will be hoping for a similar display across the back of their dogged adversary. Their new Rankman, no less a Wood than his Woods, will be out to impress. I think he can. I think he can.

The Donkers will take on a few junkies in brown undies at their home and will be hoping for an improved performance and attitude from their senior ployers. Some breathing room in the middle would make a nice change from what they just went through.
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