Week 3: Just Write (2-0) vs. patrown (2-0) \\ Just Write wins 9-1

patrown · 03-15-2014, 01:40 AM

i started posting on zoosk looking for a connection ,
and soon she posted back looking at my midsection,
its hectic, how wide i got,
but goddamn, she likes that alot,
into big dudes. yeah, i gotta improve..
so i went down to the coffee shop, starbucks,
met my love there, she was star struck,
not far from the pad, could french dip if i needed to,
she couldn't believe the truth,
so i lied and moved away INCH by INCH,
while she persistently clenched my arm,
telling me, "you're my good luck charm, don't leave me tonight.."
put her cell phone in a fat fold and proceeded to sigh,
lucky rabbits feet started retreating from sight,
and i started to repeat everything inside..
said.. "i wanna mount you on my wall like a buck,"
she said thats enough.. starting to roughly clench my neck,
fingers between the folds.. the love between us unfolded,
molding into every thing i hoped to dreamt to behold from a skinny wife,
she massaged my belly.. and i liked it inside,
exhaled from my button,
she inhaled the gassy wax like it was nothin..
left me huffin and puffin.. staring at a box of muffins..
sprinkles and chocolate, my eyes wrinkled , then softened..
just when i was gettin off..it.. turned into a vision of oprah,
munchin on okrah.. in the lands of jehovah,
my land rova got stuck in her crevice..
woke up disggruntled, cookin eggs and bacon for breakfast,
topped with some slim jims ,then its sent to the next of kin,
i try..to be large when nobody loves cellulite,
but she keeps callin my cell and i cant hang up despite..
an enlarged heart and discouraging farts after dinner,
she knows ima win her heart, backed up arteries departin seem,
like my sheer mass veers past her hearts dreams,
but i know i'm the one for her..
succumb to nerves.. on the highway of love, i start to swerve..
crash in doughnuts, blow nuts on her chin, shells of pistachios,
stashin droves of garlic cloves under my arm pits,
its not far its.. where i like to reside,
between my true love and a few dove bars,
is love hard? no.. can i shove hard? wont..
fuckin leaves me gaspin and thrashin in sweaty sheets..
mario andretti leaves.. like checkered flags for fat kids,
i flow and grab tits, get atlantic tuna,
spastic ruin my past thats fluid enlarges and every chance at nice bodies,
is my life bodied? no. can i thrive hardly prone?
know.. i wiggle against the pavement grazin my nipples off..
my fat wrinkles solve all my problems while the worlds revolvin

03-15-2014, 01:40 AM	#3
patrown ‹^›ô¿ô‹^› Join Date: Feb 2013 Posts: 596 Battle Record: 13-19 Rep Power: 0	i started posting on zoosk looking for a connection , and soon she posted back looking at my midsection, its hectic, how wide i got, but goddamn, she likes that alot, into big dudes. yeah, i gotta improve.. so i went down to the coffee shop, starbucks, met my love there, she was star struck, not far from the pad, could french dip if i needed to, she couldn't believe the truth, so i lied and moved away INCH by INCH, while she persistently clenched my arm, telling me, "you're my good luck charm, don't leave me tonight.." put her cell phone in a fat fold and proceeded to sigh, lucky rabbits feet started retreating from sight, and i started to repeat everything inside.. said.. "i wanna mount you on my wall like a buck," she said thats enough.. starting to roughly clench my neck, fingers between the folds.. the love between us unfolded, molding into every thing i hoped to dreamt to behold from a skinny wife, she massaged my belly.. and i liked it inside, exhaled from my button, she inhaled the gassy wax like it was nothin.. left me huffin and puffin.. staring at a box of muffins.. sprinkles and chocolate, my eyes wrinkled , then softened.. just when i was gettin off..it.. turned into a vision of oprah, munchin on okrah.. in the lands of jehovah, my land rova got stuck in her crevice.. woke up disggruntled, cookin eggs and bacon for breakfast, topped with some slim jims ,then its sent to the next of kin, i try..to be large when nobody loves cellulite, but she keeps callin my cell and i cant hang up despite.. an enlarged heart and discouraging farts after dinner, she knows ima win her heart, backed up arteries departin seem, like my sheer mass veers past her hearts dreams, but i know i'm the one for her.. succumb to nerves.. on the highway of love, i start to swerve.. crash in doughnuts, blow nuts on her chin, shells of pistachios, stashin droves of garlic cloves under my arm pits, its not far its.. where i like to reside, between my true love and a few dove bars, is love hard? no.. can i shove hard? wont.. fuckin leaves me gaspin and thrashin in sweaty sheets.. mario andretti leaves.. like checkered flags for fat kids, i flow and grab tits, get atlantic tuna, spastic ruin my past thats fluid enlarges and every chance at nice bodies, is my life bodied? no. can i thrive hardly prone? know.. i wiggle against the pavement grazin my nipples off.. my fat wrinkles solve all my problems while the worlds revolvin Last edited by patrown; 03-15-2014 at 01:45 AM.