Chaingun
Who do ya love?
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*smiles at your mostly-exposed boobage*
Hello yourself, and thank you. What's your job here?
I haven't assigned her a job...but she's here for morale.
She makes me giggle.
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*smiles at your mostly-exposed boobage*
Hello yourself, and thank you. What's your job here?
I haven't assigned her a job...but she's here for morale.
She makes me giggle.
Dude, drive this jeep so I can stare at GGGB's boobers. I might even let you work the machine gun a bit.
But I doubt it.
Later, we will go back to the bunker and sing songs of our exploits while drinking lots of adult beverages and ogling more boobers.
*putting on my straight jacket to cover boobage*
I am quite talented - I can COOK
Then off with the straight jacket on don the cooking apparel! I suggest the following:
that's too distracting !!!
To whom?
both of you- I only see you 2 and he's gone to sleep anyway
We'll let him sleep it off in the back, keep your hand on the.......stick
Year/model/specs, please?
Well, I've got a motor pool full of them since I'm a fan of the quarter ton.
But this one is a 1961 M151 Ford MUTT (Military Utility Tactical Truck). Four cylinders of fury! Independent front and rear suspension with some really spooky handling characteristics so take the corners slow or the rear end folds up like a rusty lawn chair.
But it will go where you point it. And there are literally thousands of them out there for parts so push it all the way to its 55 mph capability. Just make sure we slow down so I can shoot the zeds.
Maybe next time we'll take the M38A1C and fire the recoil-less rifle at large groups of the undead!
*slides in to give you a quick hello and a hug*
*drunk with euphoria and blood lust from all the killing, I grab you and kiss you deeply, stealing your breath away*
"Wait, don't leave!"
"And you, young lady, don't even think of running off either.
*embraces you tightly, kisses you full on the mouth, and grinds against your hips*
"I can't let either of you go back out there where the zombies are. The area is not secure. You're both staying here."
Why would I after a kiss like that?
May I come?Welcome back, ladies. The small outbreak (influx) of zombies that made it into the bunker have been dealt with...severely. The only way I know how to deal with them is for the males...to get lead poisoning and for the females...well, I don't know if you have read the entire thread, or remember it, but I happen to have a cure.
We won't go into that now since both of you seem to be bite free and your moaning seems to be for recreational purposes instead of to express an insatiable lust for flesh.
So welcome. Come have a drink, look around, find a dormitory room if you'd like to bed down or if you decide you'd like company, mine is the very large room with no door. Plenty of room to crawl into my bed and cuddle if you're afraid of the dark or things that go bump in the night.
We don't have a lot of rules here and there's really no point in going into them. If you run afoul of them, we typically will tell you. A second infraction rarely happens since being on the other side of the bunker's heavy steel doors is a punishment rarely used. You're free to come and go as you like, eat and drink all you need, and carry all the ammo you can handle.
Indoors, traditionally, we go without clothing since it assures the other residents that you are not hiding an infectious zombie bite. 'Hope the nekkidness doesn't offend you, but I think you'll get used to it in time.
Anything else I can help with? I can't think of anything else to say at the moment. Have fun, be safe, and always remember to double tap...ammo's cheap.
I'm about to head to bed. Enjoy yourselves.
May I come?
Today, I'm going on walkabout.
And at the rate people are trickling into the bunker, we may need to find an alternate source of water.
Lovely Girl, you are always welcome at my side...or any other position.
I always think this. But the simple answer for me is: "Never get married."
It's worked so far.