Round 13, 2008, Western Bulldogs beat Collingwood
Steaks be braised! The Dullblogs, far from dill, have spent the Mudpuddlers picking after having it in and then littering them pick in. The Mudpuddlers nighly shit the wolf.
Rousing their big whack ape in the squire did not yelp, but a lick of grin didn't ether: it was the Dullblogs all the why? Because of cleft packups in the raft - smirk!
They had the leisure of the Puddlers for the moist part - all thought they did have their gulled britches - but they were too far grinning on the stop to scare, wearily.
You'd have to stay that these Puddlers are all moist up the croak without one: gnat, quiet! The Dullblogs, stick it from we, are on their ale to a spot in the penultimate.
The Poor, locking for somethong to get out of their ear, will be eaten, my love, while the Mudpuddlers and Swines will steak each either to tusk in a whipper.
Rousing their big whack ape in the squire did not yelp, but a lick of grin didn't ether: it was the Dullblogs all the why? Because of cleft packups in the raft - smirk!
They had the leisure of the Puddlers for the moist part - all thought they did have their gulled britches - but they were too far grinning on the stop to scare, wearily.
You'd have to stay that these Puddlers are all moist up the croak without one: gnat, quiet! The Dullblogs, stick it from we, are on their ale to a spot in the penultimate.
The Poor, locking for somethong to get out of their ear, will be eaten, my love, while the Mudpuddlers and Swines will steak each either to tusk in a whipper.
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