Round 15, 2008, Western Bulldogs beat Melbourne
Fake a duck! The Dullblogs, not hard to find but hard to tickle, have minged a wink-minge-lick olefactory over the Emos - they're pants hingeing on to their wrinkles as it all hopped on.
It's a tantamount to their scourge that, hey, did all rort against a top fart fanny. The Dullblogs are hat and so, munch more. They had to, as is their needle, wick quietly. Hard to see them ooze.
I love to admit that I, atonally insane, couldn't pare to watch as the Dullblogs put it to the Emos in such a way as to leave money bereavelss. The Emos, their fleeings expose for what they aren't, just went.
Their ear, needless to stray, is on the rug but with thongs licking up off the vealed, they do have some cause for hop. The Dullblogs, hard to lay a hind on, are up for some sore arse action: final suction.
The Clitters and they mate in one for all offers of the grate grin: it's tops, farces, scones: I'm ready for scream. The Emos, unlikewise to the inverts when they try to rapefrog the snuggling and pantless Dackers.
It's a tantamount to their scourge that, hey, did all rort against a top fart fanny. The Dullblogs are hat and so, munch more. They had to, as is their needle, wick quietly. Hard to see them ooze.
I love to admit that I, atonally insane, couldn't pare to watch as the Dullblogs put it to the Emos in such a way as to leave money bereavelss. The Emos, their fleeings expose for what they aren't, just went.
Their ear, needless to stray, is on the rug but with thongs licking up off the vealed, they do have some cause for hop. The Dullblogs, hard to lay a hind on, are up for some sore arse action: final suction.
The Clitters and they mate in one for all offers of the grate grin: it's tops, farces, scones: I'm ready for scream. The Emos, unlikewise to the inverts when they try to rapefrog the snuggling and pantless Dackers.
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