09-29-2020, 02:32 AM | #1 |
Shrewd as evearthed
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SEMI FINAL: Diablo vs Zuch - ZUCH NO SHOWS
Welcome, boils and ghouls! This is the semi-final round of the biggest topical tournament in the Netcees calendar year. 4 remain. 2 will progress. 32 lines separating you and the losers bench. Do not disappoint. We have replacements on hand ready to fill-in on short notice, you WILL get a battle so please do not assume your opponent is no-showing. It’s go hard or home. This is it. Verses are due: Tuesday 6th October 9pm UK time. Your topic is: @Zuchiefiasco @Diablo
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09-29-2020, 12:04 PM | #2 |
Spoiled brat
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10-05-2020, 02:09 PM | #3 |
Badgerdick
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”The P-Word”
They were two peas in a pod, as odd it might just sound, maybe not in size or ounces - but it’s what’s inside that counts. Love is often blind to how things may seem here though with her buxom figure underpinning a pea-green coat. She took a meat free oath to save herself for the right one and felt that the time was right for shelling her nylons. The flesh of her ripe pod opened up to accommodate her lover and consummate some of his sausage paste. It’s fun til the condom breaks at the snap of a band proving he’s not exactly a banger, more a flash in the pan. Sweetpea’s carrying baggage now, seeds will soon be born, thinking with his meat and veg he never gave it food for thought. The silly sausage grew forlorn at her constant talk of kids his patience worn as thin as the red leatherette they’d always sit. How could they afford a bigger patch for them all in the offset when the walls were appealing more than his prospects? They can’t all pour into one bed, though she insists that they could once she opens up to him and starts spilling her guts. Things were too mushy, the P-word changed the two so much the dude she loved showed himself for the meathead he truly was. A stupid fucking waste of skin, a weak link that tried her patience she realised she hated the bratwurst than any other guy she’d dated. Her mind was made up, it was time to cut him off and sever their ties he could never provide to make ends meat if he was empty inside. He said she was highly strung and difficult to always appease so as short and as sweet as her pod, she snapped at porky to leave. Caught in the freezing glare of his ice queen, all around him was gone, even the finest cuts turn rotten if they’re left out for too long. The house where they once chilled together became a pressure cooker when her lover found himself on the back burner and left to suffer. He felt the color drain from his face at the height of his despair and ended his life with a pop, as he deprived his kids of theirs... Last edited by Diablo; 10-06-2020 at 02:51 PM. |
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