My Flower of Filth

[Dumpy]

My flower of filth, awaits in her pool of sick
My flower of degradation shits when she sits on my dick
Oh the glory of my whore!
When I fill her I feel whole...
As I pick the scabs and let the pus run
I nibble her crabs and pork her lustful bung
Oh my flower it is the hour of our filth!
Oh my flower you are baptized as my chowder is spilled!

 

[Dead Winter]

Where in the UK are you from?

 

[~Lynn~]

 

[Super Mahrio]

DUMPY! you live! <3 its just not the neverboard without a Dumpy post!

 

[ms. anthrope]

AHAHAHAHAHAHA!!!

 

[Dumpy]

The Tail of The Chowder Maiden

when she was just a babe watching the cows give their milk
the maiden knew her fate was a blessing
her ass twas bewitched she longed for the chowder
and every noble sir tossed her salad with his dressing

the chowder maiden lived a damned life
forever the chowder maiden, but never the wife

in her teens she was the toast of the town
they would spit roast her bum and leave her to cry alone
then one day turned the switch, the glazed maiden was empowered
the killer was released and her bottom was appeased

the chowder maiden lived a damned life
in her dark revenge she severed the men with a carving knife
but still she longed for the chowder in her bum
she died an old crone still waiting for the last load
she died on all fours my precious little chowder whore......

 

[Anvil]

I need a vocalist with good ideas. Are you available to record any time soon? I don't care what your voice sounds like... your lyrics are GOLD.

 

[ms. anthrope]

"and every noble sir tossed her salad with his dressing"

gross...

i'm sorry juney is dead. you know my easy friend wants to "meat you."

 

[Will Bozarth]

no i don't

 

[Will Bozarth]

no i don't

 

[Captain Beard]

Double Posticles blesses you.

 

[Will Bozarth]

when you do that, your fart skips a beat

 

[Captain Beard]

My farts are what the atomic clocks are set by. They miss no beat.

 

[Will Bozarth]

they better not!

 

[ms. anthrope]

The Tail of The Chowder Maiden

when she was just a babe watching the cows give their milk
the maiden knew her fate was a blessing
her ass twas bewitched she longed for the chowder
and every noble sir tossed her salad with his dressing

the chowder maiden lived a damned life
forever the chowder maiden, but never the wife

in her teens she was the toast of the town
they would spit roast her bum and leave her to cry alone
then one day turned the switch, the glazed maiden was empowered
the killer was released and her bottom was appeased

the chowder maiden lived a damned life
in her dark revenge she severed the men with a carving knife
but still she longed for the chowder in her bum
she died an old crone still waiting for the last load
she died on all fours my precious little chowder whore......

are you sure you haven't met her yet?