The Dark
17,000 writes: Everything bad happens in the dark. Tell us your stories of noises and bumps in the night, power cuts, blindfolds and cinema fumbling.
( , Thu 23 Jul 2009, 15:49)
17,000 writes: Everything bad happens in the dark. Tell us your stories of noises and bumps in the night, power cuts, blindfolds and cinema fumbling.
( , Thu 23 Jul 2009, 15:49)
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Ode to Ted Bundy
The dark can be scary, but it’s better than light,
For fun can be had in the darkness of night,
The light is comforting, it keeps bad things away,
But playing at night is better than day.
Spy through the windows of unsuspecting women,
As they wander ‘round topless in their glistening kitchens,
Stay silent, jut watch, make sure your not seen,
Wank furiously - jackpot! She’s flicking her bean!
Be careful, she’s finished, she’s bound to get dressed,
Get caught and you’ll be labeled a dirty sex pest,
Hide in the darkness and creep away from the house,
Stealthy, like a ninja, silent like a mouse.
Look over there, there’s a gap in the curtains,
Something to look at, you’re sure, you’re certain,
Yes, what’s this, a man and his wife?
And it looks like they’re having the time of their lives.
Up next, the backstreets, to follow young ladies,
They can’t see you, it’s exciting, you’re heart-rate increases,
Just follow them, quietly, imagine them naked,
Don’t touch or grope, you’ll be instantly hated.
Cease now, no! You’re going to far,
By stopping and inviting them into your car,
“Excuse me, Love” you quietly stammer,
Hand gripped tightly to your trusty old hammer.
‘It’s dark, no one can see, I’ll never get caught’
You think to yourself as the rope gets tight and taut,
Her eyes roll backwards, ‘twas a stroll in the park,
All thanks to the fog that is the dark.
( , Mon 27 Jul 2009, 11:24, 1 reply)
The dark can be scary, but it’s better than light,
For fun can be had in the darkness of night,
The light is comforting, it keeps bad things away,
But playing at night is better than day.
Spy through the windows of unsuspecting women,
As they wander ‘round topless in their glistening kitchens,
Stay silent, jut watch, make sure your not seen,
Wank furiously - jackpot! She’s flicking her bean!
Be careful, she’s finished, she’s bound to get dressed,
Get caught and you’ll be labeled a dirty sex pest,
Hide in the darkness and creep away from the house,
Stealthy, like a ninja, silent like a mouse.
Look over there, there’s a gap in the curtains,
Something to look at, you’re sure, you’re certain,
Yes, what’s this, a man and his wife?
And it looks like they’re having the time of their lives.
Up next, the backstreets, to follow young ladies,
They can’t see you, it’s exciting, you’re heart-rate increases,
Just follow them, quietly, imagine them naked,
Don’t touch or grope, you’ll be instantly hated.
Cease now, no! You’re going to far,
By stopping and inviting them into your car,
“Excuse me, Love” you quietly stammer,
Hand gripped tightly to your trusty old hammer.
‘It’s dark, no one can see, I’ll never get caught’
You think to yourself as the rope gets tight and taut,
Her eyes roll backwards, ‘twas a stroll in the park,
All thanks to the fog that is the dark.
( , Mon 27 Jul 2009, 11:24, 1 reply)
That is
fucking awesome, possibly down to the title, but hey. Where's Part 2?
( , Mon 27 Jul 2009, 17:20, closed)
fucking awesome, possibly down to the title, but hey. Where's Part 2?
( , Mon 27 Jul 2009, 17:20, closed)
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