Dave's Zombie Proof Bunker and Refuge for Unattached Wimmens

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Alright, I've changed my mind. No movie tonight.

I think we need to have a dance party after dinner. Everybody report to the mess hall and I'll fire up the sound system. Brad has wired up all the lights and speakers, the forage parties have brought back lots of liquor and beer, and my industrial grade ice machine has literally tons of ice ready for making drinks.

First...what'll ya have? In another life, I was a hell of a bartender. Tell me what you ladies are having and I'll mix it up in a jif. Guys...beer's over there. No mixed drinks for you or intoxication; if the party goes well, I may send you all out on patrol or guard duty. You dig? ;)

Second...get yer purty outfits on (or off) and get out on the floor and shake yer booties. Plenty of room, even for the men and the dragon if he folds his wings a little. Just watch out for the flames dripping from that dude. His halitosis has vaporized a couple trees today. LOL


Later on, I might administer some of the injections of the substance that I have discovered prevents zombie-ism. It also cures sleepwalking.

*blows dust off old Saturday Night Fever record*

I love to dance.:rose:
 
Hm.... *Som sits sipping a Long Island, looking about. He looks rather spiffy. He has somehow found a tux in his very large size.*
 
Look at me! I'm a bloody 450 pound slab of muscle. It will take a hell of a lot more than one Long Island to inebriate me. Also, have you heard of the old Nomadic Berserkers? Celt, Norse, Gaul, Vikings? *Som gets a very very broad, evil looking grin.* Get me armored up, drunk, and point... Just make sure theres nothing you want left standing in the direction you tell me someone insulted me family name in.
 
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I'm Scandinavian, so yeah. We're good at breaking stuff to look tough too.

Remember, we Finns killed 11 Nazis for every one of us they got.
 
Hakkaa päälle . xD *grins, tipping his drink to his lips before finding a willing lady, sweeping her onto the dance floor. He isn't very good, but he is enthusiastic.*
 
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I've got this awesome collection of square dance records. No? How about seventies era disco? Classic rock? Progressive? House?


What do you want to dance to, Baby?

I can dance to anything, you pick and I will conform myself to you:rose:
 
***Yaaaahhhwwwwnnnn***

I missed the party. I was cuddled up with my zombie son.

You're right, CG. I don't discipline wimmen. I have disciplined some male soldiers in past, but I stopped using harsh measures after the battle with Cancer. I hate pain.


BTW, CG, do you mean you like the catsuit that's full of holes? lol

Never mind...I'll go watch the Python in Camelot...

I am going back to sanctuary now. Have fun.
 
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Cuddlepuddlebrew, is that to make someone all cuddly and a puddle at your feet? Or is it to make him want to make you leave a puddle? Or make one together?

I like curious, analytical minds. :)

yes to all three... But if you're a cuddle fiend (as your profile states) why aren't you on the brew wagon? lol...
 
I can dance to anything, you pick and I will conform myself to you:rose:

Yay! Greatest dance party ever. All you ladies flitting around the floor looked like beautiful butterflies. (Well, at least that's what my inebriated mind thought.)

We need to do that more often.

Did someone say dance party?!?! :D

Yup!!! Come dance in your underwear! We'll be at it all day today too. The listening posts and patrols report no zombie activity. So let's live it up!!!

oooh love this film.... *follows you*

LOL Glad you liked it. Hopefully, my taste in movies will keep y'all entertained.


"It is the rabbit!"

BTW, CG, do you mean you like the catsuit that's full of holes? lol

Yup, the very one! You should wear that and come dance with us.

*grabs you and two-steps you around the floor to an old George Strait song*
 
Alrighty right, friends, refugees, and zombie haters: Let's keep this dance party going. There's still plenty of food and drink and the music can stay on all day. The generators have enough capacity to keep the disco lights, the music, the ice machines, AND still charge the complex's batteries, so let's...

*the intercom loudspeaker pops and crackles to life in the corner*

"Hey Boss, there's a message coming over the radio. You're going to want to hear this. How fast can you get to the com shack?"

*the speaker makes some more static and goes silent*

OK, y'all. That sounds important. I need to go. Keep dancing and having a good time. I'll be fine.

*runs out of room with worried look on his face*
 
Alrighty right, friends, refugees, and zombie haters: Let's keep this dance party going. There's still plenty of food and drink and the music can stay on all day. The generators have enough capacity to keep the disco lights, the music, the ice machines, AND still charge the complex's batteries, so let's...

*the intercom loudspeaker pops and crackles to life in the corner*

"Hey Boss, there's a message coming over the radio. You're going to want to hear this. How fast can you get to the com shack?"

*the speaker makes some more static and goes silent*

OK, y'all. That sounds important. I need to go. Keep dancing and having a good time. I'll be fine.

*runs out of room with worried look on his face*

oooowwweee...Guess I'd better go make sure that zombie son of mine has not wandered into the danger zone... I'll call him on my cellphone and maybe I can hear the NIN tune result on his own cell, and locate him.

Take care, CG.
 
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