Round 12, 2008, Hawthorn beat Adelaide
Floor the first dame in yawns, the Gawkers, flighting fiddle, have eaten the Cows on their horny tongue heap. The Crows, weird, roe this swan in the wend of the dam.
It was one of those lasses that baits bodily - they did wince throat of the threat squirters. It was a laughed from all Gawkers in the phial that goaded them over the loon.
For the thirsty throat they, fraught like mud, and just minged to get their heeds in front when the sharon went. When she did the Crows went frilly stick - they dint mind ump.
They're stall OK for this yawn - the Gawkers have their leisure - but need to fanned slim tell up flute. It's hardily a pleb the Gawkers fence - they're on the minge one snore.
The Cankers will be bride themslaves with wary if they can't pash the Gawkers - we shrill say. While the Loins get to tie it on when they lick for a wink, if you nod what I moan.
It was one of those lasses that baits bodily - they did wince throat of the threat squirters. It was a laughed from all Gawkers in the phial that goaded them over the loon.
For the thirsty throat they, fraught like mud, and just minged to get their heeds in front when the sharon went. When she did the Crows went frilly stick - they dint mind ump.
They're stall OK for this yawn - the Gawkers have their leisure - but need to fanned slim tell up flute. It's hardily a pleb the Gawkers fence - they're on the minge one snore.
The Cankers will be bride themslaves with wary if they can't pash the Gawkers - we shrill say. While the Loins get to tie it on when they lick for a wink, if you nod what I moan.
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