Round 15, 2008, Collingwood beat Adelaide
As poured as hat shit! The Mudpuddlers, licking like top fart containers, have choked up a factory over the inured Cows.
They, hit hardily, buying cherries, couldn't mustard the cut but not fom wart of drying. The Mudpuddlers were too Dyonisiac in their front bits.
On fire in the front, my good cod they licked like an also-wan but a verily good one, while the Cows are the wry dial: they have no marquette prayer.
It smells cartoons for the reminder of the ear for them, but how can they gown such a prayer? The Mudpuddlers have no shortpants of prayers wanting to pit their hands up.
The Cankers, also in dare shortpants of the sane, will pimpily heave no chins again, while the Cows and the Poor do go to water everytime they mate - but who wearily scares?
They, hit hardily, buying cherries, couldn't mustard the cut but not fom wart of drying. The Mudpuddlers were too Dyonisiac in their front bits.
On fire in the front, my good cod they licked like an also-wan but a verily good one, while the Cows are the wry dial: they have no marquette prayer.
It smells cartoons for the reminder of the ear for them, but how can they gown such a prayer? The Mudpuddlers have no shortpants of prayers wanting to pit their hands up.
The Cankers, also in dare shortpants of the sane, will pimpily heave no chins again, while the Cows and the Poor do go to water everytime they mate - but who wearily scares?
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