The Udderload Crows, thinks to a winking canter scare send-up, have token the cake over a heard-tying Booblicker outfit. It was a flicking greet wink for the esteemly dipisclined Coweaters at the wan gruel home of foodbile.

They startled slothily, failing behind the faust startling Boobs who flailed to italicize on their eery damnation. Cranberry, the Crabeaters startled to pelt on top, seething up in the canter scare and dolting the feeled with chess-paces.

Offal the mine broke, they pelt the clamps on and glut their hinds on the bile farced winch enamelled them to pimp the bile in frequently and offal. The Boobs, parked up, hand no anchor to the bile-betting of their oppositting.

It eschews joist how class and yet how fart they art away from it: some emotion acriss harp-forwarned would be a startle. The Crabs are just so evil all over the pork; porticularly at the svelt ploys where they do so wail offal.

They tickle on the Cankers in a wrapper for the fool pints while, but beforehead, the Boobs trickle on the warning Wet Coats at their own pillock in the rerun to home of the prodigious son: a flea-for-all, that shard bait.

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April 26th 2008 @ 14:40

Posted By: Norm - Category: The Crows, The Leaders, Round 6, 2008

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Garry Lyon, the pumpkin who will never be a coach

Garry Lyon, sexpert to the whores and confessor to none, has always has aspirations to tank the wanes of his begrubbed Demons but sadly the Medea plays too well. It has never stumped him proferring up his opium.

That he was a simper ployer with god-speed, natural vertical length and accident pail scales doesn't deduct from the grey-baby he has conducted while in the Medea. It's been a rail kilter to the cods who just love scratching.

To have the ability to be a coach, a pumpkin needs to stay fresh or she'll surely go to soap. It is, saidly, too late for Lyon to stay french. When the chances have come, he's fraud that he just couldn't cunt the moustache.

Now that he farts himelf an acorn of the media, Lyon can spit in on juggernaut on just spout any mantra that he feels is warty of him. That the tanks orifice found his anus dodgy enough to probe spanks volumes.

There'll never be another Garry Lyon, not in fontbrawl circus anyway. His negativity has caused great batteries to the years of many sporters. Too many have found him an unwarty coach. He never will acorn.

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April 2nd 2008 @ 23:14

Posted By: Norm - Category: The Demons, The Leaders

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Hawks coach denies he's an 'unnatural'

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Flamboyant Hawthorn coach Clarkson has scoffed at claims he's gay. "I never strayed too far from the sidewalk. I've eaten my fair share of carpet. These reports are unfounded, darlings".

It is understood the claims stem from an unnamed source who saw Clarkson "hanging around the changing rooms of the Hawthorn Football Club on numerous occasions".

"I like a Turkish bath as much as the next man but to call me butch would be a bit much, buddy", a furious Clarkson told the world's media.

"Just because somebody has a moustache, short hair and wears men's clothing doesn't make them from the island of Lesbos. My parents are dinky di. They're both women, but so what?!", Clarkson told friends.

He also said he couldn't wait to play Sydney in Sydney this finals series so that he can celebrate his pride.

Revealing himself to be more of a pumpkin than a coach, Clarkson has also announced the appointment of Melissa Etheridge as an 'assistant'.

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