Round 14, 2008, Western Bulldogs beat Port Adelaide
Will windows never crease? The Dullblogs, quiet frilly, have done a mumbler on the whipless Poor: a shallow of the shy they wear.
It was, in the wind, a shy (pup and a spout), a tim-tam, grinning on the scarface. Aghast! A nutter hooking for a howl to goal and Hades in.
The Dullblogs, now with a portent attic and familiar grin, were just. Too hippy, oily too, handkerchoof the Poor their biles on a blade.
The Poor, trowelly forked, heave litter heap of garrotting any. Wear this ear! Cinwynelly, the Dullblogs are sharing phials in their very aisles.
The Emos, lip and a pout, will fire-engine the growing stuffier when the tomb eats, while the Poor will still nancy themselves with the Cankers.
It was, in the wind, a shy (pup and a spout), a tim-tam, grinning on the scarface. Aghast! A nutter hooking for a howl to goal and Hades in.
The Dullblogs, now with a portent attic and familiar grin, were just. Too hippy, oily too, handkerchoof the Poor their biles on a blade.
The Poor, trowelly forked, heave litter heap of garrotting any. Wear this ear! Cinwynelly, the Dullblogs are sharing phials in their very aisles.
The Emos, lip and a pout, will fire-engine the growing stuffier when the tomb eats, while the Poor will still nancy themselves with the Cankers.
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