Dave's Zombie Proof Bunker and Refuge for Unattached Wimmens

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I would like to point out that there are also at least two bottles of irish whiskey on the counter, and one bottle of tequila blanco.
So if your excuse for not dancing is a lack of liquor, you should fix that.
*starts dancing, though not naked*

Also, holy shit is that an awesome lightsaber.

Irish whiskey? Yay! Hey, how come you aren't naked? Also, I could say the same for yours...;)

That's so sweet of you. I hope the force is with her.

She liked the bombs I made and the molotov cocktails and requested the light saber.
 
She liked the bombs I made and the molotov cocktails and requested the light saber.


*Wakes up, momentarily*

"Law don't go here, Mr. Kansas Law-dog!"

*Looks confused...rallies briefly*

"Oh, cool. Making weapons. I luvs you ladies."

*Passes back out.*
 
Irish whiskey? Yay! Hey, how come you aren't naked? Also, I could say the same for yours...;)



She liked the bombs I made and the molotov cocktails and requested the light saber.

Would you believe me if I said this was only my second naked party, and I'm not entirely certain I'm not comfortable with the idea? Not that this won't change with enough whiskey.
*snags some shot glasses, turns to Daizie* care for one?
 
Would you believe me if I said this was only my second naked party, and I'm not entirely certain I'm not comfortable with the idea? Not that this won't change with enough whiskey.
*snags some shot glasses, turns to Daizie* care for one?

No way! Naked isn't mandatory. I usually just like my underclothes, like this camisole and these boyshorts that Muse brought back for me. *whispers* I found these knee high boots. ;)

Yes, thank you.
 
No way! Naked isn't mandatory. I usually just like my underclothes, like this camisole and these boyshorts that Muse brought back for me. *whispers* I found these knee high boots. ;)

Yes, thank you.

It's not? I thought it was...damn girl.
 
*Gropetackles you*

Want some whiskey, Little Girl?



*Passes out on the floor.*
* prods twice*

Huh.....

* drags him off to his bedroom and handcuffs him to the bed, leaving the key there for him when he wakes up*
 
No way! Naked isn't mandatory. I usually just like my underclothes, like this camisole and these boyshorts that Muse brought back for me. *whispers* I found these knee high boots. ;)

Yes, thank you.

*pouors a pair of generous shots, then seeing Brian adds a third* If you recall, I was making snide remarks when she provided you them. I got a lugnut wrench thrown at me for it. :D

And I must say, your particular find suits you well. *raises his shot* cheers?
 
Let's shave his legs too!!!!!!

mwahahahaha....


*pouors a pair of generous shots, then seeing Brian adds a third* If you recall, I was making snide remarks when she provided you them. I got a lugnut wrench thrown at me for it. :D

And I must say, your particular find suits you well. *raises his shot* cheers?

Oh that's right. How's the ankle? Thank you! Salud! *downs the shot*
 
*sits up on the floor, raises bottle of bourbon...careful not to let VA Wife get it. Uncuffs himself and wanders back into the party.*

"Vermicious Knids!!!"



*Looks confused again*


"Why isn't everyone nekkid? Eh, you guys keep your fucking clothes on. You wimmens feel free to show me your bewbies...hiccup...and get nekkie!"

"Wooooooo!"


*Looks around, realizing he is the only one yelling.*


"Get your filthy hands off me, ya damned dirty ape!"

*Lays down, hugging bottle of whiskey, and falls back asleep.*
 
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mwahahahaha....




Oh that's right. How's the ankle? Thank you! Salud! *downs the shot*

Aye. *downs his* Hey, now that I think about I have a sharpie in my backpack, and Chaingun's face is bare of comical black lines. *goes and gets, offers it to the ladies plotting the pranking*
 
I will grab the razor and shave cream.
But he does not get to use the Coochie Cream that Kat brought back the other day!!!
He gets plain ol shave cream!!!!!
 
Aye. *downs his* Hey, now that I think about I have a sharpie in my backpack, and Chaingun's face is bare of comical black lines. *goes and gets, offers it to the ladies plotting the pranking*
* chuckles evilly and goes to get the shaving cream*
 
Aye. *downs his* Hey, now that I think about I have a sharpie in my backpack, and Chaingun's face is bare of comical black lines. *goes and gets, offers it to the ladies plotting the pranking*

Let's draw a penis on his face. :devil:
 
*Suddenly lucid, jumps up and runs away, singing...*


"Run, run as fast as you can, you can't catch me, I'm the Gingerbread Man!!!"


*Runs out of the bunker, through the gate, across the drawbridge, and out into the darkness.*

*The moaning gets louder and fades into the distance as the hordes of undead chase after him into the darkness.*
 
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*realizes that he is a mile away from the Bunker, naked, unarmed, half inebriated, and alone. The lights and music of the party are a distant speck in the distance.*

"Come on, you undead scum!"

*zombies close in on all sides*


"Come get some, Bitches...!"
 
*realizes that he is a mile away from the Bunker, naked, unarmed, half inebriated, and alone. The lights and music of the party are a distant speck in the distance.*

"Come on, you undead scum!"

*zombies close in on all sides*


"Come get some, Bitches...!"

Bless his heart, he does not realize that he is only dreaming...
that he is cuffed to his bed and we are shaving his legs and decorating his face
:nana::nana:
 
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