Round 1, 2008, St. Kilda beat Sydney
In another advertisement for holding onto possession drearly, the Saints and the Sinners have fought out a tight snuggle in their pipe opener at the toilet of footy, Telecom Tomb. Eventually the result went one wart or the other; the one being the Sainters.
So thrilling was the tryst that millions went to bed with a cup of coke and a pile of pornos to tune into the chipping sideways and flooding. If I had have watched the game, I'd have a better clasp of procedures involving tackling and running and chirping and bustling.
That the Swinnies lost is such sweet joyriding for the Big-M-spilling, tricky-pant wearing, mullet-weaving, dole-queueing, fag-snorkelling, pile-eating Saints. It's a sweet olefactory for their coach who had so much to do with a style of ply that suits people sicking in their seats and slitting off. A sweet smelly indeed.
The Sainters, can look foward to tanking a steaming roll of turds over their hope-nets next week when they face the infantile Blues. They'll be looking at two wins and a boost to their percentage. Thinks are looking up the skirts of the innocent.
The Swarmies will be hosting a bunch of metro-wharfies and will be hopping for some light relief after slipping in the bath and breaking their chick-hatchers. It's a clash that has the mentally-ill and dugged up patients of a mental-hospital salivating.
So thrilling was the tryst that millions went to bed with a cup of coke and a pile of pornos to tune into the chipping sideways and flooding. If I had have watched the game, I'd have a better clasp of procedures involving tackling and running and chirping and bustling.
That the Swinnies lost is such sweet joyriding for the Big-M-spilling, tricky-pant wearing, mullet-weaving, dole-queueing, fag-snorkelling, pile-eating Saints. It's a sweet olefactory for their coach who had so much to do with a style of ply that suits people sicking in their seats and slitting off. A sweet smelly indeed.
The Sainters, can look foward to tanking a steaming roll of turds over their hope-nets next week when they face the infantile Blues. They'll be looking at two wins and a boost to their percentage. Thinks are looking up the skirts of the innocent.
The Swarmies will be hosting a bunch of metro-wharfies and will be hopping for some light relief after slipping in the bath and breaking their chick-hatchers. It's a clash that has the mentally-ill and dugged up patients of a mental-hospital salivating.
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