Once upon a midnight dreary, while I browsed hentai, weak and weary,
Over many a strange and kinky manga of tentacle galore,
While I nodded, nearly fapping, suddenly there came a warning,
And my heart was filled with mourning, mourning for my dear amour,
"Tis not possible," I muttered, "give me back my free hardcore!"
Quoth the Server, "404."
Ah, how distinctly I remember it was back in bleak December,
When something caused a twitching in my member, that I rubbed till it was sore,
Eagerly I typed the address, half-remembered, half a mad guess,
In my mind it stirred a madness - madness for a dark-eyed whore,
For a lugubrious shameless maiden who displayed her charms - and more!
Surrounded by a group of four .
Feeling guilty, sad, uncertain, my urges had my conscience hurting,
But thrilling - filling me with fantastic urges never felt before,
So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I sat repeating,
"I am just a visitor entreating entrance to a site of porn,
I am a visitor entreating images that give me horn,
This it is, and nothing more."
Presently my urge grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,
I confirmed the URL, and waited, watching while Chrome explored;
But while I sat anticipating, beneath the desk my member aching,
The website I recalled navigating, the network found no more,
And I scarce believed what I was seeing, for in the place of free hardcore
Quoth the Server, "404."
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All Comments (4) Comments
No one wants to listen to your soundcloud kid.
It's already on youtube.
Git gud kiddo.