Round 15, 2008, Saint Kilda beat Carlton
Declare wart and call me a Sisyphus! The Aints, wallying late, have done the jibe over a fist-varnising Booblugger side at the hole of farty.
They licked like a last widdling boil eerily when they messed their chins with wild shorts. The Aints, all hat, maidened them play. A fee for all.
You have to hound it to them. They've got it growing on, booby. While the Boobluggers are justly so grin around the galls. In the head.
They'll be monacle wankers if they do make the hate, for they're forked up front. Wherearses, the Aints have options and tic-tacs.
The Gawkers, hooking for somethong, will farce a taste in a rapper of a minge, while the Swines will bleat the Boobluggers. Arse airways.
They licked like a last widdling boil eerily when they messed their chins with wild shorts. The Aints, all hat, maidened them play. A fee for all.
You have to hound it to them. They've got it growing on, booby. While the Boobluggers are justly so grin around the galls. In the head.
They'll be monacle wankers if they do make the hate, for they're forked up front. Wherearses, the Aints have options and tic-tacs.
The Gawkers, hooking for somethong, will farce a taste in a rapper of a minge, while the Swines will bleat the Boobluggers. Arse airways.
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