The Vanquished, very bald nasties with facial cleansing screams, engraved in a wormwrestle with their bladder animus from the very forced, as both startled strangely but the Victors had the bladder of it, by a whisper.

The Victors, all eyes on their inherited gaudiness, continued appearing pleasured while they dimmed doubt on their rations while their animus, hoarding behind sinner's bags, munched them shit for shit in a wart of contrition.

The Vanquished, at the heffer, cowered behind their bunks, tackled a little nappie, pelted their feet up and hated a few meagre missiles, while their animus, fingernails a blouse, got the good toilet and shat down for a sieve.

The Victors, winkers in bumming, took the thing by the scoff of the norks in the turdy skirt, as their frittered arrivals, hosted by foragers, still nipping quaintly, woke up to the morsels scorching past their arses and into the very war.

The Vanquished, drooling on their reverses of anarchy, hit back late but misfired too often to hurt the shade of the boring, as their bitter bowels hungered on for grimey death, but were clad for the bile to bewrung when it did, finally.

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October 1st 2008 @ 23:57

Posted By: Norm - Category: The Dogs, The Tigers, The Cattle, Round 1, 1945

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Round 1, 2008, Richmond beat Carlton

A bullish performance by seasoned tantrum-tosser and skewer-whiffer Richoman was the difference between chocolates and broiled lorries in a tea-party for the yellow sachet-wearers in the season opening dish served up by ancient foes.

The delicate creatures in blue started brightly, clearing out to a handsome leading man and some very, very, very romantic moments. At critical moments many of their finest ladies became very pleased with themselves which allowed their suitors to pounce. The booze didn't have enough left in the tank to get home.

That the suited bogans from Richmond were ample to take advantage of the vulnerability of their fragile opponents was a testament in the bible. It was the mountainous bull in their square that stood like some strange immobile animal. Unable to be mooed and unwilling to be climbed, he snagged a few majors from some wobbly punting.

The blue-birds, who ran out of self-esteem at the merest droop of the ball, couldn't hang on to their lead and saw themselves whisked away while getting a nice beating. Their necks, sore from watching their skirts sail away, will no doubt be soaring after they meet the Saints who will no doubt get their numbers and stalk them incessantly.

The Tiggers, never ones to change their spots, now have their eyes firmly on ninth. But will have to overcome the jumping marsupials to register two in a row. Whatever the case, they notched their first belting on an opponent with a can-opener since the season before they made the finals last.

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March 21st 2008 @ 03:45

Posted By: Norm - Category: The Blues, The Tigers, The Results, Round 1, 2008

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Round One 1995, Richmond versus Fremantle

It was Round 1 1995 that the Fremantle Dockers launched their stunning footballpersonship upon the seeds of the footandball whirly-whirled. In front of a crowd waiting for a bustulent wound to arrive, the Dockos fraught grimily until the final drone sounded.

That they went down to the high and mighty Tigers was not a bad result considering and reflecting and thinking carefully about how well the richly-manned stripey cats went that year on the whole. On the whole rather wellishly in that they won the first game by a few well made points.

Only inaccurate kinking or a lot of rushed behinds could produce such a hump of a loss that the Dorkers experienced in a conscious way that day. That they had more shonks at goal but still foiled to wan is making me feel nausea in a very tight pail of shots.

Up by a total of a solid four goals at three-quartered time, The Docky-wockers couldn't hold on to their seats as Richmond ushered them away to their seats in the back. The Tigey-wigers took a seat on the back of their oppose-nets that way, that day, that may account for their whinge.

The Tiggers, up a tree at the tame, couldn't be caught as they soiled away on a bus meant for the Donkers. It was a fine factory that cost them the surfaces of their own car that they had found with a brick and locked their keyboards in the front seat where that waded to shit. For the Dockers i was another knock to their already fragile echo.

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March 19th 2008 @ 05:15

Posted By: Norm - Category: The Tigers, The Results, Round 1, 1995

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