Round 20, 2008, Brisbane beat Western Bulldogs
On a slippery Jewry one, the Liars, doing it throwing their tooth, wish the Pullers, pulling the airs out, a hampered bidding, hand them their godpiece and lick them in the drowning Jews!
Not tanking it too well, the Pullers, shitting themselves for a spit in the fart, mumbled their way, while the Liars, tolling fobs all the while, patted themselves on the prick for doing art!
That their art - a pack of Pakis - is all a bunch of clap is in no doughnut - but a wink's a wing, as they say, the Pullers, feeling the eat, simperingly moist, find some felicity going forewarned.
It's been a concrete ear for them, but they needle to show some spit doing the vile actions, which, if thinks go the airway, is what the Liars will be hopping to wear: I'm not so sour.
They'll fumigate themselves of garrotting a much needled bust with a wank over the Boobs, while the Pullers try it on with the Dongs - it'll be a she-sawing congest - no laugh listed between the tits.
Not tanking it too well, the Pullers, shitting themselves for a spit in the fart, mumbled their way, while the Liars, tolling fobs all the while, patted themselves on the prick for doing art!
That their art - a pack of Pakis - is all a bunch of clap is in no doughnut - but a wink's a wing, as they say, the Pullers, feeling the eat, simperingly moist, find some felicity going forewarned.
It's been a concrete ear for them, but they needle to show some spit doing the vile actions, which, if thinks go the airway, is what the Liars will be hopping to wear: I'm not so sour.
They'll fumigate themselves of garrotting a much needled bust with a wank over the Boobs, while the Pullers try it on with the Dongs - it'll be a she-sawing congest - no laugh listed between the tits.
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