Same, but its still thicker than @Armani 's forearm
Battle That! Competition - September 14-17, 2022
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I will say this though - both rounds so far - most of the brackets are pretty close! Good job everyone - thumbs up all around.
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ROUND 3!
Place your votes: https://www.illmuzik.com/battle-that-competition/battles/
Voting will close at 7pm ET.
Place your votes: https://www.illmuzik.com/battle-that-competition/battles/
Voting will close at 7pm ET.
Round 1 involved some shockers, produced some winners and losers, upsets and and peoples presets, ample sounds and sample sounds, some real tear and penis jerkers. Round 1 was like entering that bar, sorting through the trashy bar flies and seeing what kind of fresh vag we have in here to try and take home for the night, which ones you'd buy a beer for and try to get lucky with... and maybe even look at the one you'd have to take home at 3 o'clock when the bar closes and its the last hole you would fill. Sometimes even the trash needs taken out, if you know what I mean.
Then Round 2 came, had some real surprises in there, sure the prom queen Sally with the silk underwear, tight pants, big tits and bedroom eyes will make the cut but still standing in that corner is the gal missing a tooth and has larger handles than a Hispanics low rider bicycle. That is when you realized, you may be going home with a man tonight....
A few slipped by that shouldn't have. Cinderella story? Maybe so. Date rape drug introduced into your drink? Absolutely. Then the question is, go with the flow and make it easy on yourself with less blood and intestinal issues or keep working on Ol' Sally and her baby powdered clam chowder? The games not over my friend, you still have a chance.
These beats are getting harder, like Chinese arithmetic, but only a few are moving on and you pray the old guy at the pool table eye balling you would just leave already. Him with his draft beer, high top shoes and obvious erection are still eyeballing you like the big piece of cake on a cart in front of a fat kid.
Now on to Round 3, the dream beats. 4 left standing, unlike your ex old lady back stage at a Boys-To-Men concert. Here comes the heat, like a deer in the early morning taking a drink of water at a natural spring pond then BAM! Like a .308 slug behind the shoulder, tearing your flesh with hot lead and exploding your heart, these beats knock you down and your ears are ringing. The hottest chicks are still there and now you have better than average odds of getting it wet while still looking at your prey in the eye.
But then you look over, and there is the guy, now wearing biker shorts and his balls are hanging out of one leg and you realize, this might be your final destination and this aint no movie.
Where will it go from here? Is your roofie resistance high enough to keep you from the basement of an old hairy man with a 9 inch dick and a taste for blood? Or will you take the hot chick out and get to check the head room in your 2009 Civic in the parking lot?
Winners or losers, one way or another you will still come away feeling violated that the man even made it this far. And now you must ask yourself, "Am I a little gay?" and the answer would be a resounding, "yes". Because you have been throwing out way too many signals to keep this guy looking in your direction hence keeping him in this unholy dance, this battle of beats is YOUR fault, you voted... just remember that.
Then Round 2 came, had some real surprises in there, sure the prom queen Sally with the silk underwear, tight pants, big tits and bedroom eyes will make the cut but still standing in that corner is the gal missing a tooth and has larger handles than a Hispanics low rider bicycle. That is when you realized, you may be going home with a man tonight....
A few slipped by that shouldn't have. Cinderella story? Maybe so. Date rape drug introduced into your drink? Absolutely. Then the question is, go with the flow and make it easy on yourself with less blood and intestinal issues or keep working on Ol' Sally and her baby powdered clam chowder? The games not over my friend, you still have a chance.
These beats are getting harder, like Chinese arithmetic, but only a few are moving on and you pray the old guy at the pool table eye balling you would just leave already. Him with his draft beer, high top shoes and obvious erection are still eyeballing you like the big piece of cake on a cart in front of a fat kid.
Now on to Round 3, the dream beats. 4 left standing, unlike your ex old lady back stage at a Boys-To-Men concert. Here comes the heat, like a deer in the early morning taking a drink of water at a natural spring pond then BAM! Like a .308 slug behind the shoulder, tearing your flesh with hot lead and exploding your heart, these beats knock you down and your ears are ringing. The hottest chicks are still there and now you have better than average odds of getting it wet while still looking at your prey in the eye.
But then you look over, and there is the guy, now wearing biker shorts and his balls are hanging out of one leg and you realize, this might be your final destination and this aint no movie.
Where will it go from here? Is your roofie resistance high enough to keep you from the basement of an old hairy man with a 9 inch dick and a taste for blood? Or will you take the hot chick out and get to check the head room in your 2009 Civic in the parking lot?
Winners or losers, one way or another you will still come away feeling violated that the man even made it this far. And now you must ask yourself, "Am I a little gay?" and the answer would be a resounding, "yes". Because you have been throwing out way too many signals to keep this guy looking in your direction hence keeping him in this unholy dance, this battle of beats is YOUR fault, you voted... just remember that.
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The Beat Strangler
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illest o.g.
I want some of what you're having.Round 1 involved some shockers, produced some winners and losers, upsets and and peoples presets, ample sounds and sample sounds, some real tear and penis jerkers. Round 1 was like entering that bar, sorting through the trashy bar flies and seeing what kind of fresh vag we have in here to try and take home for the night, which ones you'd buy a beer for and try to get lucky with... and maybe even look at the one you'd have to take home at 3 o'clock when the bar closes and its the last hole you would fill. Sometimes even the trash needs taken out, if you know what I mean.
Then Round 2 came, had some real surprises in there, sure the prom queen Sally with the silk underwear, tight pants, big tits and bedroom eyes will make the cut but still standing in that corner is the gal missing a tooth and has larger handles than a Hispanics low rider bicycle. That is when you realized, you may be going home with a man tonight....
A few slipped by that shouldn't have. Cinderella story? Maybe so. Date rape drug introduced into your drink? Absolutely. Then the question is, go with the flow and make it easy on yourself with less blood and intestinal issues or keep working on Ol' Sally and her baby powdered clam chowder? The games not over my friend, you still have a chance.
These beats are getting harder, like Chinese arithmetic, but only a few are moving on and you pray the old guy at the pool table eye balling you would just leave already. Him with his draft beer, high top shoes and obvious erection are still eyeballing you like the big piece of cake on a cart in front of a fat kid.
Now on to Round 3, the dream beats. 4 left standing, unlike your ex old lady back stage at a Boys-To-Men concert. Here comes the heat, like a deer in the early morning taking a drink of water at a natural spring pond then BAM! Like a .308 slug behind the shoulder, tearing your flesh with hot lead and exploding your heart, these beats knock you down and your ears are ringing. The hottest chicks are still there and now you have better than average odds of getting it wet while still looking at your prey in the eye.
But then you look over, and there is the guy, now wearing biker shorts and his balls are hanging out of one leg and you realize, this might be your final destination and this aint no movie.
Where will it go from here? Is your roofie resistance high enough to keep you from the basement of an old hairy man with a 9 inch dick and a taste for blood? Or will you take the hot chick out and get to check the head room in your 2009 Civic in the parking lot?
Winners or losers, one way or another you will still come away feeling violated that the man even made it this far. And now you must ask yourself, "Am I a little gay?" and the answer would be a resounding, "yes". Because you have been throwing out way too many signals to keep this guy looking in your direction hence keeping him in this unholy dance, this battle of beats is YOUR fault, you voted... just remember that.
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