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Sir Super Southern, because you Love Poems.
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<blockquote data-quote="Rukia Kuchiki" data-source="post: 104199" data-attributes="member: 632"><p><img src="https://i.ibb.co/cg04PnD/erin.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p> I'm Erin, this is how my date with Sir Super Southern went.</p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p>SSS, you look kinda psycho but your Hellraiser box is neat</p><p>I read your dating ad and would really like to meet</p><p>Your voice sounds like Donald Duck on the telephone</p><p>But I think you have a lot to offer so I am driving to your home.</p><p>You greet me at the door, eyes blood shot and red</p><p>You look like a serial killer, I hope I don't wind up dead</p><p>As I step through the door, you smell my hair</p><p>I am kinda creeped out but act like I don't care</p><p></p><p>We break open a pouch of cheap ass wine</p><p>You show me your fan boy Hellraiser shrine</p><p>This party is getting started, we are having a great time</p><p>Now I want to tell you a secret, don't get mad</p><p>Your breath smells like a rats's ass, it's just that dam bad</p><p>The Axe body spray you wear is a horrible scent</p><p>And why does your head appear to have a dent?</p><p>Sir Southern stares into space like he just farted</p><p>So I rip off his clothes and get the party started</p><p>you look kinda nervous and I take things real slow</p><p>I sprinkle gun powder on your ass and snort it like blow</p><p>Dealing with your genitals is going to be a difficult task</p><p>I put on chain mail gloves and wear a plague mask</p><p>Grabbing your balls, my hand feels so empty</p><p>I begin searching for a penis that I can't see</p><p>I rip out some pubes, hoping to make it appear</p><p>After two hours of searching I give up and ask for a beer.</p><p></p><p>No more talking, let's give this date another chance</p><p>I just wanna know, would you like to dance?</p><p>So I sway in place, you stumble like a drunken cow</p><p>I pull you in close and whisper, "I'll be killing you now."</p><p>Sir Southern steps back and out come my blades</p><p>Letting me in was the biggest mistake he ever made</p><p>You let your guard down, hoping for a quick fuck</p><p>Led by your basic instincts, now you're shit out of luck</p><p>Going to stab you in the balls then pick up the pace</p><p>Hop around like a psycho, let your blood decorate my face</p><p>I also slashed that neighbor who was coming in your yard</p><p>He was no fun, but killing you is making my nipples hard</p><p>Sir Southern begins to sweat and his knees go weak</p><p>He crumples like a rag doll and lays at my feet</p><p>Hoping for a delay, SSS begins to pray</p><p>I sharpen my knife and say "It's time to play"</p><p>Close your eyes, this is really going to hurt</p><p>Lots of knife stabs, some jugular vein spurt</p><p>SSS looks at me like this is all a bad dream</p><p>I flash a cute grin and begin to make him scream</p><p>A downward slice and it's off with Sir Southern's dick</p><p>Not a loss because he never could satisfy a women with it</p><p>He's gushing blood from his gaping crotch hole</p><p>I take a little break and flush his cock down the toilet bowl</p><p>Then it's a slice across the throat and that's all she wrote </p><p>There is so much blood, I don't let it go to waste</p><p>I slowly lick Sir Southern's face and give it a taste</p><p>The sweetness on my tongue leaves me beaming</p><p>It’s like drinking hot chocolate but with more screaming</p><p>Sir Southern slumps and his face grows real pale</p><p>I just killed another self proclaimed alpha male</p><p>Now to clean up and remove my DNA from his nails</p><p>Hope he enjoyed the date, it's time to make my escape</p><p></p><p>But I hear sounds in the hall, something is coming my way</p><p>Paws clicking on the floor, tails beginning to sway</p><p>Beautiful poodles, here you are in my arms to stay</p><p>Bandana wearing poodles, they want to lick my face all day</p><p>The poodles are beautiful just the way they are</p><p>They chase away my demons and heal all my scars</p><p>I did not know SSS had such lovely little pets</p><p>Now I feel something I have never felt before, regret</p><p>Things are really grim, maybe I should not have killed him</p><p>I decide that my only choice is to take care of them</p><p>I gently wrap SSS in plastic sheets and we all head to the car</p><p>The poodles have their heads out the window and I feel like a star</p><p>I stop at a strip mall and hide Sir Southern's body inside </p><p>a Chuck E Cheese ball crawl where it's discovered the next day</p><p>when I and the poodles are far, far away. </p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p></p><p><img src="https://i.ibb.co/zb23D15/erin2.jpg" alt="" class="fr-fic fr-dii fr-draggable " style="" /></p><p></p><p>Erin</p><p>-Psychopathic, don't be so dramatic. We had magic that turned tragic.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Rukia Kuchiki, post: 104199, member: 632"] [img]https://i.ibb.co/cg04PnD/erin.jpg[/img] I'm Erin, this is how my date with Sir Super Southern went. SSS, you look kinda psycho but your Hellraiser box is neat I read your dating ad and would really like to meet Your voice sounds like Donald Duck on the telephone But I think you have a lot to offer so I am driving to your home. You greet me at the door, eyes blood shot and red You look like a serial killer, I hope I don't wind up dead As I step through the door, you smell my hair I am kinda creeped out but act like I don't care We break open a pouch of cheap ass wine You show me your fan boy Hellraiser shrine This party is getting started, we are having a great time Now I want to tell you a secret, don't get mad Your breath smells like a rats's ass, it's just that dam bad The Axe body spray you wear is a horrible scent And why does your head appear to have a dent? Sir Southern stares into space like he just farted So I rip off his clothes and get the party started you look kinda nervous and I take things real slow I sprinkle gun powder on your ass and snort it like blow Dealing with your genitals is going to be a difficult task I put on chain mail gloves and wear a plague mask Grabbing your balls, my hand feels so empty I begin searching for a penis that I can't see I rip out some pubes, hoping to make it appear After two hours of searching I give up and ask for a beer. No more talking, let's give this date another chance I just wanna know, would you like to dance? So I sway in place, you stumble like a drunken cow I pull you in close and whisper, "I'll be killing you now." Sir Southern steps back and out come my blades Letting me in was the biggest mistake he ever made You let your guard down, hoping for a quick fuck Led by your basic instincts, now you're shit out of luck Going to stab you in the balls then pick up the pace Hop around like a psycho, let your blood decorate my face I also slashed that neighbor who was coming in your yard He was no fun, but killing you is making my nipples hard Sir Southern begins to sweat and his knees go weak He crumples like a rag doll and lays at my feet Hoping for a delay, SSS begins to pray I sharpen my knife and say "It's time to play" Close your eyes, this is really going to hurt Lots of knife stabs, some jugular vein spurt SSS looks at me like this is all a bad dream I flash a cute grin and begin to make him scream A downward slice and it's off with Sir Southern's dick Not a loss because he never could satisfy a women with it He's gushing blood from his gaping crotch hole I take a little break and flush his cock down the toilet bowl Then it's a slice across the throat and that's all she wrote There is so much blood, I don't let it go to waste I slowly lick Sir Southern's face and give it a taste The sweetness on my tongue leaves me beaming It’s like drinking hot chocolate but with more screaming Sir Southern slumps and his face grows real pale I just killed another self proclaimed alpha male Now to clean up and remove my DNA from his nails Hope he enjoyed the date, it's time to make my escape But I hear sounds in the hall, something is coming my way Paws clicking on the floor, tails beginning to sway Beautiful poodles, here you are in my arms to stay Bandana wearing poodles, they want to lick my face all day The poodles are beautiful just the way they are They chase away my demons and heal all my scars I did not know SSS had such lovely little pets Now I feel something I have never felt before, regret Things are really grim, maybe I should not have killed him I decide that my only choice is to take care of them I gently wrap SSS in plastic sheets and we all head to the car The poodles have their heads out the window and I feel like a star I stop at a strip mall and hide Sir Southern's body inside a Chuck E Cheese ball crawl where it's discovered the next day when I and the poodles are far, far away. [img]https://i.ibb.co/zb23D15/erin2.jpg[/img] Erin -Psychopathic, don't be so dramatic. We had magic that turned tragic. [/QUOTE]
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