The Author's Hangout Vending Machine

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and, there's a group of camp-fire girls standing around it toasting marshmallows.

I put in a round of Kumbaya.

and there's three of the campers slinking of into the woods in a desperate attempt to avoid the song.

I put in a bank of mist rising from the woodland floor.
 
and there's three of the campers slinking of into the woods in a desperate attempt to avoid the song.

I put in a bank of mist rising from the woodland floor.

and the Campfire Girls are rendered unconscious by the miasma.

I put in a troop of Boy Scouts trained in mouth-to-mouth resuscitation...
 
and the Campfire Girls are rendered unconscious by the miasma.

I put in a troop of Boy Scouts trained in mouth-to-mouth resuscitation...

and the Literotica Censors cut out the next bit due to underage restictions
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and the troop quickly assembles a shelter of downed tree limbs and layers of leaf litter, big enough to look after their charges.

I put in an owl, silently prowling the night for its prey...
 
and the Literotica Censors cut out the next bit due to underage restictions
(reset)
and the troop quickly assembles a shelter of downed tree limbs and layers of leaf litter, big enough to look after their charges.

I put in an owl, silently prowling the night for its prey...

and you get a fieldmouse, well-armed, and lying in wait...

I put in a re-balancing of nature...
 
and you collect more bead necklaces than any other woman walking the street that night.

I put in a little hotel room at the end of the street...

and you collect a balcony from which you can watch the crewe's as they parade past.

I put in a group of collage co-eds on the street begging for some of the bead necklaces you have.
 
and you collect a balcony from which you can watch the crewe's as they parade past.

I put in a group of collage co-eds on the street begging for some of the bead necklaces you have.

and you sell to them a do-it-yourself kit.

I put in the Instructions
 
And you collect a line of bead curtains to be sold at the next Burning Man

I put in a wolf-pack stalking a carabou...

and, they aren't very hungry today and she escapes to take care of her young one.

I put in a vision of foot tracks in the snow.
 
and, they aren't very hungry today and she escapes to take care of her young one.

I put in a vision of foot tracks in the snow.

and you collect a guy strrggling to find his snow blower buried in a deep drift! (sound familier?)

I put in a snowplow clearing out a mountain pass...
 
and you collect a guy strrggling to find his snow blower buried in a deep drift! (sound familier?)

I put in a snowplow clearing out a mountain pass...

yes, and I never did start it up today.

and, I get to sit by the fire in the lodge house.

I put in a couple of very long sticks.
 
yes, and I never did start it up today.

and, I get to sit by the fire in the lodge house.

I put in a couple of very long sticks.

And you get a nice cozy fire, which warms your very soul.

I put in a dutch oven, simmering with a home made stew, the aroma of which fills the air...
 
And you get a nice cozy fire, which warms your very soul.

I put in a dutch oven, simmering with a home made stew, the aroma of which fills the air...

and soon your cabin is filled with hungry strangers.

I put in a post-prandial game of Naked Twister...
 
and the game becomes much more interesting.

I put in a slippery mass of naked, writhing flesh...

and you get a buch of folks that can't get a foot to blue, because they're stuffed with stew!

I put in a couple of bottle of good Irish Whiskey (say, that's redundant!)
 
and you get a buch of folks that can't get a foot to blue, because they're stuffed with stew!

I put in a couple of bottle of good Irish Whiskey (say, that's redundant!)

and you get, in sequence, a tumbler of Redbreast, Tullamore Dew, Old Bushmill 18 yr old, Tyrconnel, and a 12 yr old Jameson.

I put in a a rousing rendition of Rosin the Bow...
 
and you get, in sequence, a tumbler of Redbreast, Tullamore Dew, Old Bushmill 18 yr old, Tyrconnel, and a 12 yr old Jameson.

I put in a a rousing rendition of Rosin the Bow...

And you get a buch of drunk Irishmen (&women) singing and dancing naked in front of the fire.

I put in a knock at the door...
 
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