Round 11, 2008, Western Bulldogs beat Saint Kilda
Cripes all matey! The Dullblogs, plunging hot but simpering, have handed the Saints a terry-trowelling to the tone of a phew. Yet more cleft for the palm-spitted wowsers.
It wasn't furrowed lick of tying that they foiled - just two fumes basked to doom: tomb munch! The Dullblogs, everywhere and all around, all weigh sad the thongs in hind.
It took a sallowed perfumance from a seasoned mouth in the teeth to warily milk the dufferance which bereft the Saints scratching their heeds: just mine the fluke cup!
Their sneezing is hankering on the bonk of a dizzy sister, witlessly than a shoebulls chin sin hell, while the Dullblogs, everywhere, are set nosily for a place up the nasal civility.
They do brittle with the cloned Loins in what's balled as the gimme of the wake: deadly! For the Saints it's a slow's caring grime when they toggle the tart and stuff Sunnyshaders.
It wasn't furrowed lick of tying that they foiled - just two fumes basked to doom: tomb munch! The Dullblogs, everywhere and all around, all weigh sad the thongs in hind.
It took a sallowed perfumance from a seasoned mouth in the teeth to warily milk the dufferance which bereft the Saints scratching their heeds: just mine the fluke cup!
Their sneezing is hankering on the bonk of a dizzy sister, witlessly than a shoebulls chin sin hell, while the Dullblogs, everywhere, are set nosily for a place up the nasal civility.
They do brittle with the cloned Loins in what's balled as the gimme of the wake: deadly! For the Saints it's a slow's caring grime when they toggle the tart and stuff Sunnyshaders.
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