Round 21, 2008, Collingwood beat Sydney
Punhandlers and buggers alike, the Piss, chimping out of the box, hand the Swines, growling down the gargler, a thorough thrushing, and conform themselves in the vital hate, think fully.
The Swines, licking intestines and composting for the ouch in their logs, walked like one who had fogged up; the Piss, holding the word on their vowels, uttered more mystery to the plain.
For the Piss, it's more effluence of their sinboner spite as they've darned a prig's ear into a sick puss; where the Swines phoned themselves and, phoning no biddy home, hung up.
The sinnyshudderers have, in the wakes reading up to the families, started to warble quite boldly; obversely, the Piss are bidding mum-in-tum as they get sat for a passable birth.
Their soothing plopper, their dross-rehearsal for that will be with the dungeonous Dackers; while, letter in the wake, the Swines will be very weary of their ashen nibblers: the Loins.
The Swines, licking intestines and composting for the ouch in their logs, walked like one who had fogged up; the Piss, holding the word on their vowels, uttered more mystery to the plain.
For the Piss, it's more effluence of their sinboner spite as they've darned a prig's ear into a sick puss; where the Swines phoned themselves and, phoning no biddy home, hung up.
The sinnyshudderers have, in the wakes reading up to the families, started to warble quite boldly; obversely, the Piss are bidding mum-in-tum as they get sat for a passable birth.
Their soothing plopper, their dross-rehearsal for that will be with the dungeonous Dackers; while, letter in the wake, the Swines will be very weary of their ashen nibblers: the Loins.
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