Dave's Zombie Proof Bunker and Refuge for Unattached Wimmens

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i could go hardcore irish and make some potato cakes with the mashed potaoes...
I'm down for some potato cakes...yum.

I can see I'll need to chase Dave down in the medical bay and seduce.. I mean sedate him so he'll settle down with that head injury.Anyone want to help me head him off??
 
I'm down for some potato cakes...yum.

I can see I'll need to chase Dave down in the medical bay and seduce.. I mean sedate him so he'll settle down with that head injury.Anyone want to help me head him off??

I'm down... head him off that's cute. I was going to say something else. :devil:
 
Psst... TL.. he's not paying attention. I'm going to come up behind him and subdue him with a rear naked choke hold (no pun, so don't laugh, 'cause that's what it's called!!!)
When he goes down, you grab his legs, and we'll carry him back to his room...:D
 
Good. While Dapple gets Dave's attention, I stealthily ( snicker) come up behind and wrap my arm around his neck. Dave is suddenly so distracted by the soft boobies pressing up against his back that he doesn't realize what's happening until it's too late.
As he collapses I support his body to the floor, and call for Dapple and TL to come help me carry him back to his room.

I wonder if there are any decent restraints around this joint? Dave really doesn't need to be dancing and drinking and carrying on with a knot on his head...

"Hey! Have you seen any of those medical restraint cuffs? You know, the kind they use in the looney bin gurneys?"
 
Helloooooo? Am going to have to drag him myself? I mean I can..as long as he weighs less than 200....all I have to do is get him over my shoulder and I can carry him.

*mmhrph* I grunt as I hoist him up and over, and I giggle a little because I am so hoping my shoulder isn't pressing into anything...Wouldn't want to damage old "mini-me" now would we?

I'm halfway down the hallway when Dave starts kicking like a big baby..and I practically drop him on his ass when he starts yelling in my ear to put him down.

"Now, was that yelling entirely necessary? I'm just trying to help...geesh.. Walk around with a concussion for all I care...."
 
Good. While Dapple gets Dave's attention, I stealthily ( snicker) come up behind and wrap my arm around his neck. Dave is suddenly so distracted by the soft boobies pressing up against his back that he doesn't realize what's happening until it's too late.
As he collapses I support his body to the floor, and call for Dapple and TL to come help me carry him back to his room.

I wonder if there are any decent restraints around this joint? Dave really doesn't need to be dancing and drinking and carrying on with a knot on his head...

"Hey! Have you seen any of those medical restraint cuffs? You know, the kind they use in the looney bin gurneys?"

Done! I found some duct tape, good enough.
 
On second thought...I take the duct tape from TL and slap a piece over Dave's mouth.
I pick his scrawny ass back up kicking (but now no longer screaming) and dump him on his bed. TL and I quickly wrap his hands and feet, because quite honestly the old boy's in shock that I would do such a thing...

ANd I think TL is, too, because she just looks down and giggles..

"Hey, do we have any of those M&Ms left?"
 
On second thought...I take the duct tape from TL and slap a piece over Dave's mouth.
I pick his scrawny ass back up kicking (but now no longer screaming) and dump him on his bed. TL and I quickly wrap his hands and feet, because quite honestly the old boy's in shock that I would do such a thing...

ANd I think TL is, too, because she just looks down and giggles..

"Hey, do we have any of those M&Ms left?"

Okay he's tied to the bed, now what?
 
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