TongueLust
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Dave's Zombie Proof Bunker and Refuge for Unattached Wimmens
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Chaingun
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It's a first for us and just think, you were here for it.
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I'll be joining RA in the puppy pile later on.
I think we all are heading that way when we run out of hot water and energy to dance.
uh huh. I'm still all about that puppy pile I hear talk of. All those pillows...yawn....
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Just pile on anywhere. It's a warm, lovely, and communal way to sleep. I'd love to join y'all, but I have a previous commitment.
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I've been standing in the corner watching the bubbles fly around like something out of the FIZZY Lifting Drinks factory, and am just chuckling to myself. I'm so tired, though, and thank goodness I've managed to stay dry over here on the blankets. I put my head down on the pillows, wrap my legs around a fluffy comforter, and close my eyes. I wonder when TL is coming to bed?
I blow a kiss in Dave's direction, but he doesn't see it. He's a nut, dancing around, swinging around ...LOL it reminds me of a picture I saw that involved a pair of elephant briefs...
I need to hug Little1 and Ella, but I don't see them.
I blow a kiss in Dave's direction, but he doesn't see it. He's a nut, dancing around, swinging around ...LOL it reminds me of a picture I saw that involved a pair of elephant briefs...
I need to hug Little1 and Ella, but I don't see them.
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I've been standing in the corner watching the bubbles fly around like something out of the FIZZY Lifting Drinks factory, and am just chuckling to myself. I'm so tired, though, and thank goodness I've managed to stay dry over here on the blankets. I put my head down on the pillows, wrap my legs around a fluffy comforter, and close my eyes. I wonder when TL is coming to bed?
I blow a kiss in Dave's direction, but he doesn't see it. He's a nut, dancing around, swinging around ...LOL it reminds me of a picture I saw that involved a pair of elephant briefs...
I need to hug Little1 and Ella, but I don't see them.
Heading over to the puppy pile with RA with some extra pillows and blankets. Hopefully Ella and PL1, along with the rest will join us.
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You're going to need to bring your chair and leg warmers into the shower. The Nightly Naked Dance Party is in the shower room tonight.
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Almost time to go to bed for me too.
Gotta go spoon with Whip. Keep that little girl warm...
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Oh, fine. *puts away chair and hauls the bucket of water back to the kitchen.
Guess I'll go jump on my bed and take some pictures instead.
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When Dave and I finally collapse on the bed beside each other the clock reads 12:30 AM. For such an mature guy he has an amazing amount of strength and stamina. In the dim light his body glistens with a thin coat of clean-smelling sweat. His breathing comes in deep, clear gasps and when I put my head on his chest his heart's pounding too. As his pulse slows and reaches normal I cant help but feel pleased to have satisfied him. He's been so good to us, always supportive and kind and so caring, it gave me such a good feeling to his groans of pleasure.
As we slip into sleep together one thought loops through my head. I am a very very lucky girl.
As we slip into sleep together one thought loops through my head. I am a very very lucky girl.
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Guess I'll go jump on my bed and take some pictures instead.
Ooooh, you can put your pictures up on the refrigerator for all of us to enjoy!
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*mumbles* Not leavin' the pile today. Pile's gonna have to leave me. *turns over, goes back to sleep*
[I wish!]
[I wish!]
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I think we should make some zombies with the yarn. That might be fun!
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Wouldn't that be nice.
Maybe we'll come back from working the fields, stock, and foraging for an early evening nap with you in the pile before starting dinner, drinking, and dancing.
I'm all for that. I hope the zombie apocalypse never ends!!!
You look so peaceful over in the puppy pile. I'm trying not to get jealous as I stifle a yawn & head out for the rest of the day.
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I think you underestimate the weirdness of the modern crafty set.
http://knithacker.com/html/knithacker/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/zombie.jpg
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On my way out of the bunker towards the hay fields, I am whistling in between bites of an apple. I haven't a care in the world, despite the zombie shuffling along towards me. He's missing an arm and the other reaches out to me with gray, rotted fingers. His face is disgusting, a hole in his cheek exposes flesh filled teeth. His clothing appears to be what is left of some sort of worker's coverall.
I continue to eat the apple, my destination is behind him, but I will pass right by him in a few moments.
Last night is one of those moments--something that I've built up in my mind until it reached a mythical status--that I feared would be less than the imagined version. I have longed for it for so long, thought about it so much, and dreamed--yes dreamed--of what it would be like. So past experience has taught me that I often end up disappointed in the reality. NOTHING ever lives up to my expectations in my mind because I hold such a high standard for myself and therefore hope for so much more in everything.
But no. Not this time. Reality was better than the imagination could have ever made it. I can't describe it other than to say time stood still while racing by me at speeds that made me wish to slow it down further. I couldn't do more than grab at fleeting images, lunge at momentary sensations, and run headlong to keep up in whatever feeble way that my poor brain could. The movie that plays in my memory's eye plays like it is missing hundreds of frames. I only see flickering moments of action, full glimpses of smooth flesh, long episodes of desperate passion, and feelings that I've stifled. I can't see it all and it is frustrating. I want to relive every moment, over and over and over. My body should be sore, used up. But I'm invigorated, clear headed, and full of purpose. Today, I rule my world.
Another bite, several more steps. My tractor sits out there in the sun; the red Farmall glistens in its new paint. I love that thing despite its age. They run forever.
Just like I drove when I was a kid, except Dad bought a smaller model. This monster can handle more work and do it faster. And it plows under zombie bodies with ease.
The apple is almost gone, I'm thirty feet from the tractor, and the walking horror of what is left of some poor schlub who was probably just doing his job when he got bit is closer. Low moans escape his mouth. His eyes--dead as they appear--are looking my way. The hand reaches out...
Whip...geez, I can't stop thinking about her...
The undead reaches, brushes at my clothing as I pass right by without paying him any attention. He misses me and attempts to turn. He can't possibly make the speed walking that I can. And he certainly can't distract me from my happy reverie.
The choke is pulled on the tractor and it coughs and belches up a bunch of smoke, fires to life, and I put it in gear. It lurches, and takes off. I finish the apple and throw the core at the zombie, hitting him square in the head.
"Tough luck, partner. I'm sorry. In your life, you were a human, with feelings, dreams, and maybe a family. Now, you're less than nothing, and while I'd like to honor your life, your only use to me is as fetilizer. I got nothing but love for ya. Today ain't your day."
He makes his last steps in my direction reaching for me even above him on the machine. His last actions are to open his mouth in a hungry moan--or was that a silent plea for an end to his hell?--just before the tractor's hard rubber tires grind him into the soil.
I continue to eat the apple, my destination is behind him, but I will pass right by him in a few moments.
Last night is one of those moments--something that I've built up in my mind until it reached a mythical status--that I feared would be less than the imagined version. I have longed for it for so long, thought about it so much, and dreamed--yes dreamed--of what it would be like. So past experience has taught me that I often end up disappointed in the reality. NOTHING ever lives up to my expectations in my mind because I hold such a high standard for myself and therefore hope for so much more in everything.
But no. Not this time. Reality was better than the imagination could have ever made it. I can't describe it other than to say time stood still while racing by me at speeds that made me wish to slow it down further. I couldn't do more than grab at fleeting images, lunge at momentary sensations, and run headlong to keep up in whatever feeble way that my poor brain could. The movie that plays in my memory's eye plays like it is missing hundreds of frames. I only see flickering moments of action, full glimpses of smooth flesh, long episodes of desperate passion, and feelings that I've stifled. I can't see it all and it is frustrating. I want to relive every moment, over and over and over. My body should be sore, used up. But I'm invigorated, clear headed, and full of purpose. Today, I rule my world.
Another bite, several more steps. My tractor sits out there in the sun; the red Farmall glistens in its new paint. I love that thing despite its age. They run forever.
Just like I drove when I was a kid, except Dad bought a smaller model. This monster can handle more work and do it faster. And it plows under zombie bodies with ease.
The apple is almost gone, I'm thirty feet from the tractor, and the walking horror of what is left of some poor schlub who was probably just doing his job when he got bit is closer. Low moans escape his mouth. His eyes--dead as they appear--are looking my way. The hand reaches out...
Whip...geez, I can't stop thinking about her...
The undead reaches, brushes at my clothing as I pass right by without paying him any attention. He misses me and attempts to turn. He can't possibly make the speed walking that I can. And he certainly can't distract me from my happy reverie.
The choke is pulled on the tractor and it coughs and belches up a bunch of smoke, fires to life, and I put it in gear. It lurches, and takes off. I finish the apple and throw the core at the zombie, hitting him square in the head.
"Tough luck, partner. I'm sorry. In your life, you were a human, with feelings, dreams, and maybe a family. Now, you're less than nothing, and while I'd like to honor your life, your only use to me is as fetilizer. I got nothing but love for ya. Today ain't your day."
He makes his last steps in my direction reaching for me even above him on the machine. His last actions are to open his mouth in a hungry moan--or was that a silent plea for an end to his hell?--just before the tractor's hard rubber tires grind him into the soil.
RubenesqueAphrodite
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THAT'S cute, and it's a crochet pattern, tooI think you underestimate the weirdness of the modern crafty set.
http://knithacker.com/html/knithacker/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/zombie.jpg
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I think you underestimate the weirdness of the modern crafty set.
http://knithacker.com/html/knithacker/wp-content/uploads/2010/10/zombie.jpg
I must have one!!!!
Chaingun
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THAT'S cute, and it's a crochet pattern, too
It's a cliche phrase and I'm sorry, but...Daddy like!
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