Showing posts with label Intimidation. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Intimidation. Show all posts

Saturday, November 23, 2019

Two-Sentence Horror Stories: Third Strike


Bart Simpson laughed his ass off when he spray painted a penis and testicles on the side of Mr. Burns’s mansion. He screamed in terror when Burns caught him in the act, to which the Nuclear Power Plant tycoon unzipped his own fly and said, “You’re the perfect height for what I’m about to make you do, little boy!”

Travis texted his European girlfriend with grinning and heart emojis while calling her a “Beautiful Bulgarian”. He had a kiwi-sized lump in his throat when his phone auto-corrected his message to “Beautiful Bulge Area” before sending it.

Sammy drove cautiously on a winding mountain road with no guard rails while his wife and baby son snoozed in the back together. For some reason, he thought it would be a good idea to start texting on his smart phone.

A hulking ogress with rotting flesh, maggot-infested fingernails, and drill bit fangs burst through Grayson’s front door with a leonine belch and a paternity test in her hands. While Grayson cowered and shivered behind the easy chair, the ogress tossed the test results in his lap and said, “Congratulations, asshole!”

A stacked WWE Wrestlemania pay-per-view featured the main event of “The Monster Among Men” Braun Strowman vs. “The Modern Day Maharaja” Jinder Mahal for the latter’s WWE Championship in a first blood match. The match ended in five seconds when Jinder poked Braun with a sewing needle and drew a tiny drop of blood, causing the ripped-off fans to destroy the arena in a fiery riot.

Middle school sex ed was off to a rowdy start when the children screamed like banshees and threw paper airplanes at each other. They grew silent, shaky, and wide-eyed when the evilly-grinning professor wrote his name on the chalkboard, which was Mr. Ray Pugh.

Melissa clutched her chest and fought for oxygen when she saw that somebody on Face Book with a Pepe the Frog icon posted a countdown clock for her newborn baby’s eighteenth birthday. She nearly had a conniption when somebody else posted underneath it, “Why wait?”

Colton squirmed and ached in his bent over position while Dr. Smith performed a colonoscopy on him. Colton jumped out of his skin when the doctor said in a jolly voice, “Hey look, we’ve got half a million hits on You Tube!”

Luke Skywalker and Darth Vader engaged in an epic light saber battle that saw Vader slice off Luke’s arm. As young Skywalker doubled over in pain, Vader breathed deeply in his ear and said, “Luke…I am your husband!”

Paul logged onto his Porn Hub account in hopes of finding a live teen webcam feed. He nearly lost both his erection and his sanity when he heard a familiar comedian’s voice on the other end of the feed yell, “Hey, hey, hey, come try my king sized pudding pop!”

Shane couldn’t wait to start his new job at Analytical Weaponry, Inc. That was, until he drove up to his workplace and saw the company name on a neon sign, which had all of the letters after the first L in the word Analytical blown out.

George opened his email and found a message demanding fourteen thousand dollars in exchange for keeping quiet about his porn viewing habits. To show there was no playing around, the extortionist put George’s password in the title of the email.

Anderson took a few puffs of his cigarette before coughing up black pudding all over the floor. His stomach ached and his throat soured when he saw that the tar blob had teeth and feces attached to it.

Stacy approached a hotdog cart and asked for a six-inch Polish sausage. Pee-Wee Herman emerged from his crouched position laughing like a madman with his penis sandwiched in a hotdog bun, complete with “mustard, ketchup, and relish” dripping from the tip.

Mary Poppins floated into London with a grimy man on her arm. As she arrived for her babysitting job, she introduced him to the children as Peter File.

“I’m lost without you, my love,” said Prince Charming. He gave his girlfriend a passionate tongue kiss before closing the casket one last time.

“I’d really like to give you a hand job right now,” said Sedona before licking her rosy red lips. Her lover nearly had a heart attack when she pulled off her arm glove and revealed bladed monster fingers underneath.

It is the middle ground between whiny and angry, between involuntary celibacy and a mass shooting, between a toxic romance and full-blown hostility. This is the dimension of pornographic imagination, an area which we call…The Friend Zone!

After Glenn refused to answer the phone, a robotic voice on the answering machine said, “Please return the call to Charles Dahmer at 1-800-666-5150. This is an attempt to collect your blood and any information obtained will be used for that purpose.”

Chase entered his massive pickup truck and blew into the ignition interlock device. After registering a blood alcohol level of 0.87, he was able to start his vehicle and speed off into the busy night.

Marcus shivered in a cold sweat as he paced around his room for hours waiting for his girlfriend to text him back. His tongue and throat dried when she finally sent him a text saying, “We need to talk.”

“Introducing his opponent fighting out of the red corner: a serial killer and totalitarian dictator who holds a spotless record of thirty-two victims, I mean, wins and no losses, stands at 7’3”, weighs in at 500 lbs., and fights out of Charlottesville, Virginia by way of Jeddah, Saudi Arabia with a pit stop in North Korea…Bone Saw…McGraw! And when the action begins, our referee in charge of the octagon is Steve Mazzigatti.”

On the morning of Valentine’s Day, a grinning Britney excitedly opened a heart-shaped box from her secret admirer. She screamed and dropped it because instead of chocolates, the box contained the bloody remnants of her aborted son.

Mitchell’s stomach gurgled and growled after eating twenty Carolina Reaper hot wings in a row without even a sip of milk. Fifteen minutes of sweating and tearing up later, when it was his turn to use the toilet, he pulled his pants down and his intestines fell out.

Lexi opened a package hoping it was diapers for her children’s charity drive. Her jaw hit the floor when she found out they were adult diapers with a semen-soaked note saying, “These would look really hot on you, Sexy-Lexi!”

Little Debbie skipped up to a cobweb-covered house dressed as a princess and said, “Trick or Treat!” to the wolf man, who had a pot of candy on his lap. She reached inside and cried buckets when she touched the werewolf’s warm and greasy Snickers bar, which was poking through a hole he cut in the bottom of the pot.

Leonard awakened in the middle of the night to find hundreds of hairy tarantulas crawling all over his naked body and sinking their fangs into his flesh. He tried to scream for help, but one of them crawled inside his mouth and clogged his throat.

Helgor the Barbarian wrapped his massive hands around the goblin’s throat and watched his eyeballs bulge and his face turn bright blue. Helgor whispered seductively into his victim’s ear, “This would be a good time for Autoerotic Asphyxiation!”

After hours of body-shredding labor, Wendy pushed one last time and gave birth to her baby boy. The doctor wrapped the bloody mess in a blanket and said, “Congratulations, it’s a porcupine!”

Bethany and her husband laid naked in bed next to each other while attempting to catch their breath. She smiled at him, licked her fingers, and said, “I haven’t creamed that hard in a long time, Uncle Cletus!”

Tucker browsed through the doggies and kitties at the animal shelter and had a cutesy-wutesy smile on his face the entire time. The adoption agent approached him with a clipboard and said, “Let me know which animal you want and I’ll be sure to send you home with a package of condoms.”

Sunday, April 7, 2019

Special


VERSE 1
Everybody thinks they’re special
Thinks they’re on a godly level
Thinks that they’re the chosen one
Has an ego that weighs twelve tons
You can’t brainwash me, you bastard
You’re not my undisputed master
You have no logic of your own
You’re just another fucking clone

CHORUS
You’re not special in any damn way
Too much sameness in what you say
Too much sameness in what you do
Words hurt, especially when they’re true

VERSE 2
Intimidation tactics, steel cage matches
Try to cut me down like a war hatchet
Long-winded talking, internet stalking
Everything of mine is worth mocking
There’s just one problem with your plan
It’s been done before, you stupid man
Over and over again, it gets so old
I shrug you off with a heart so cold

CHORUS
You’re not special in any damn way
Too much sameness in what you say
Too much sameness in what you do
Words hurt, especially when they’re true

VERSE 3
I never asked to be a politician
Someone else’s cannibal nutrition
Someone else’s bitch of submission
Someone else’s act of sedition
All I wanted to do was live my life
Any way I want whether wrong or right
You think you’re coming for my crown
You’re the court jester, a fucking clown

EXTENDED CHORUS
You’re not special in any damn way
Too much sameness in what you say
Too much sameness in what you do
Words hurt, especially when they’re true
You’re not special in your diction
Everything you say is fucking fiction
Everything you do fucks up your mission
Defeat is your own damn admission

Monday, July 24, 2017

Balls

CHORUS
You don’t have the balls to shoot me down!
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!
You don’t have the balls to watch me drown!
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!

VERSE 1
You talk forever like it’s a real exercise
Working your jaw muscles by telling lies
That shit’s got to be made out of iron
You think you’ve got balls the size of tires?
You’re shaking and shivering like it’s winter
Your only true pain is like a wooden splinter
You’re no different from the rest of the chickens
Running away when it’s time for ass-kickings

EXTENDED CHORUS
You don’t have the balls to shoot me down!
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!
You don’t have the balls to watch me drown!
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!
You don’t have the balls to run this town!
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!
Cacophony is your greatest sound!
Ugh!

VERSE 2
You’ve got your AK-47 locked and loaded
Your hair trigger temper has all but exploded
You’ve got a belt of grenades around your waist
You rush into battle with a zealot’s kind of haste
You throw your life away over temporary anger
Throw yourself in front of unnecessary danger
You’ve got some shrinkage and it’s not laundry
You can’t axe your way out of your own quandary

EXTENDED CHORUS 2
You don’t have the balls to shoot me down!
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!
You don’t have the balls to watch me drown!
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!
You don’t have the balls to ground and pound!
Balls! Balls! Balls! Balls!
Check for your nuts in the lost and found!
Rah!

BRIDGE
You don’t wear the pants, but you wear the G-string
Cutting your ass off until you’re no longer breathing
You don’t wear the colors, because they run
Shutting you up will be a lot of fucking fun!

Balls! Balls! Balls! BALLS!