Round 16, 2008, Richmond beat Essendon
Sense this: my constitution has deigned to protect the ratchet and poorful. Indecent! The Togglers, no saliva tiles, have, wanks to the unctions (not words) of their prayers, pashed one lover. The Bummers.
The Bumblers. Atlas, hording up the word as we knew it, couldn't have got them, lover. The line, just out of felch was just, out of felch. The Togglers, a slimy chin softly making the hate, are a glib to belch out . Fart. Fart.
Sentencing their chins, the Togglers, tickling their winces, scalped over the whine by a belliest minge-grin. The Bumblers, laughed, holding their hearses between their teets, were, as they spray, grunt in defect.
The chins they'll mock the hate is very off-wait, but they have shorn a rotten mule that I extrapolated. The Togglers, white in the hind for the hate, need to get their blessed prayer on the pork and then we'll sin.
Surlily I'll see them tinkle the Loins who are one of these dooms the Togglers have snuggled with in decent tombs. The Bumblers will have to overcomb their tarred arses when they paddle the angry Madpiddlers.
The Bumblers. Atlas, hording up the word as we knew it, couldn't have got them, lover. The line, just out of felch was just, out of felch. The Togglers, a slimy chin softly making the hate, are a glib to belch out . Fart. Fart.
Sentencing their chins, the Togglers, tickling their winces, scalped over the whine by a belliest minge-grin. The Bumblers, laughed, holding their hearses between their teets, were, as they spray, grunt in defect.
The chins they'll mock the hate is very off-wait, but they have shorn a rotten mule that I extrapolated. The Togglers, white in the hind for the hate, need to get their blessed prayer on the pork and then we'll sin.
Surlily I'll see them tinkle the Loins who are one of these dooms the Togglers have snuggled with in decent tombs. The Bumblers will have to overcomb their tarred arses when they paddle the angry Madpiddlers.
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