Round 16, 2008, Brisbane beat West Coast
Workers of the word untie! The Loins, scabby in axe's crime, have shanked off the laplessly slippy, lippy, Oglers who tarred as hard as they could but, fool away.
It was a nutter bold lass for the wiggling Oglers. How the matey have feeling! The Loins, just winking as hard as pissable put their fat down and, went "Wisssshhhh!"
Whingeing heard, as they dad, they were able to stench the margarine thanks to their punching ardour. It sunk to howling heaving for the Oglers, who just gloved up.
They've darned their ties up for this oar, and lick a piddle while stinking sourly. The Loins, tanking definite pins, will be around the monk again, but lick spade too munch.
The Togglers, starting to clock, will needle to shoe them hat. They've implored a slut. The Oglers could well farce their pains peeling to the poor after the Santas.
It was a nutter bold lass for the wiggling Oglers. How the matey have feeling! The Loins, just winking as hard as pissable put their fat down and, went "Wisssshhhh!"
Whingeing heard, as they dad, they were able to stench the margarine thanks to their punching ardour. It sunk to howling heaving for the Oglers, who just gloved up.
They've darned their ties up for this oar, and lick a piddle while stinking sourly. The Loins, tanking definite pins, will be around the monk again, but lick spade too munch.
The Togglers, starting to clock, will needle to shoe them hat. They've implored a slut. The Oglers could well farce their pains peeling to the poor after the Santas.
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