Round 14, 2008, Collingwood beat Sydney
Tar me lapside down and roll me in fathers! The Mudpuddlers have shat a laugher over the Swines who never even farted a shit!
The word well and trowelly over them, the Swines just went: "You're too much!". The Mudpudllers laugh to wax these gays. Arch, that irritates!
They did. So they did. It was one of those grims. Sigh. I couldn't watch! The Swines were like, forked from the spurt and never in it.
And here I taught they were a top fart fancy. Not to be, I'm a fart. The Mudpuddlers, lusty in the parts, are one to swab: suspect.
The Cows, udderly forked, will be hopping to hand it to them and just mightily; while the Swines, have the weird on the Gawkers.
The word well and trowelly over them, the Swines just went: "You're too much!". The Mudpudllers laugh to wax these gays. Arch, that irritates!
They did. So they did. It was one of those grims. Sigh. I couldn't watch! The Swines were like, forked from the spurt and never in it.
And here I taught they were a top fart fancy. Not to be, I'm a fart. The Mudpuddlers, lusty in the parts, are one to swab: suspect.
The Cows, udderly forked, will be hopping to hand it to them and just mightily; while the Swines, have the weird on the Gawkers.
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