Round 12, 2008, Richmond beat Melbourne
G's arse! The Togglers, clicking for a fume in itself, have dunced a sniffle to bleat the Emos by a few nice gals. They card nutty, beat a ship with a rip.
They drugged din and maid a bid of the thong but, topically, frailed to bereave in art. The Togglers, oily, needled a smurf to sins: olefactory derides!
The leisure they got was in nose smile party to the bully on the ring and the erotics in the mud's, ay. The Emos could wile have dunced with slimey toot!
It's cartoons for them - hassled binges for a smile - next ear hear weak... um. The Togglers, clicking towards the nth decree, have erosion to smell.
It's the Poor, lacking width and many, who they will be trying to gut over - thingers crassed! While the Emos get no despite when they mate the Swines.
They drugged din and maid a bid of the thong but, topically, frailed to bereave in art. The Togglers, oily, needled a smurf to sins: olefactory derides!
The leisure they got was in nose smile party to the bully on the ring and the erotics in the mud's, ay. The Emos could wile have dunced with slimey toot!
It's cartoons for them - hassled binges for a smile - next ear hear weak... um. The Togglers, clicking towards the nth decree, have erosion to smell.
It's the Poor, lacking width and many, who they will be trying to gut over - thingers crassed! While the Emos get no despite when they mate the Swines.
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