BS's jouney thru SYM's tunnels ISO love
At least he didn’t see my Vivien the Little Mermaid bath toy. That could have been embarrassing.
You can tell that this is a work of fiction and not a true travelogue by the fact that BS did not pop out of his hole and attempt to relieve me of my towel.
You can tell that this is a work of fiction and not a true travelogue by the fact that BS did not pop out of his hole and attempt to relieve me of my towel.
Then darkness took me, and I strayed out of thought and time
and to our great relief, I might add...Originally posted by Waverly
At least he didn’t see my Vivien the Little Mermaid bath toy. That could have been embarrassing.
You can tell that this is a work of fiction and not a true travelogue by the fact that BS did not pop out of his hole and attempt to relieve me of my towel.
BS, I must congratulate you on this excellent story as well ** hands BS a congratulatory Electric Shine Stinger and then makes his way back to the surface, lighting his path with an old light powered by E.S.S. **
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BS was tired, dissapointed, and rather disturbed by the images he had seen so far. His hope had not diminished, yet, he now felt a strange uneasiness as he looked at the current tunnel. Still, he had weeded out three mistakes, so he climbed up the tunnel and peeke over the edge of the floor.
This room carried none of the strangeness of the prior ones. There were no towles, no crowns, no toupees, and yet, still, there, sitting in a chair before the computer, was not the object of his desires. No, this was a man, one who looked as if he had not slept in several days at least.
Looking around, he took in the room. He looked at a frame on the wall labeled Goody, with a post number written in red beneath it. under, there were numerous threads, all cut down in their prime, all with lower post counts that Goody. Surely, this was some strange shrine of great importance to the man.
Along the desk there were machines for the use of processing credit cards and such, all in the name of the Sleep Retirement Fund. So, this was the room of Sleep. Looking at the man now, BS realized why he looked as he did.
Sleep was unkept, mouth slack open, a small line of drool running from the corner of his mouth. He constanly browsed through SYM, trying in vain to keep up as new posts required him to read the same topics over and over. Every once in a while, he would scream in rage...."Not Goody" and take the shears of Thread Cutting and kill a thread, lauging all the while.
Just as BS's compassion for the man's circumstances began to build, a very strange thing happened. Sleep got up, closed all the shades, and pulled a lever in the crner. Immediately, the room was turned into a dance hall, disco ball, stage and all. As BS looked on in horror, Sleep jumped on the stage, and tore off his clothing, revealing a go go outfit under his clothes. A full lenghth mirror appeared by the stage, and Sleep began to dance, gyrating and stuffing dollar bills into his own waistline. He pranced and blew kisses into the mirror, ever so often excaiing "Go me!" The sight of the mod in little go go shorts a halter top and thigh high spike heeled boots was too much for BS. It only got worse when Sleep pulled out the lotion.
BS dropped back into the tunnels, amazed and somewhat disturbed. Trying to block out the sounds of "I'm Too Sexy" blaring on the sound system mixed with the occasional "work it baby" and "shake your bon bon" BS shook his head and looked at the map again. Damn his sources, by the time he reached his love, he would be too scarred to do anything. Taking a bottle from his coat pocket, he drank deeply, then wandered off down the tunnel. Damn, he was glad he didn't have a photographic memory.....................
EDIT! Ah Ah ah ah staying alive staying alive ah ah ah ah....
This room carried none of the strangeness of the prior ones. There were no towles, no crowns, no toupees, and yet, still, there, sitting in a chair before the computer, was not the object of his desires. No, this was a man, one who looked as if he had not slept in several days at least.
Looking around, he took in the room. He looked at a frame on the wall labeled Goody, with a post number written in red beneath it. under, there were numerous threads, all cut down in their prime, all with lower post counts that Goody. Surely, this was some strange shrine of great importance to the man.
Along the desk there were machines for the use of processing credit cards and such, all in the name of the Sleep Retirement Fund. So, this was the room of Sleep. Looking at the man now, BS realized why he looked as he did.
Sleep was unkept, mouth slack open, a small line of drool running from the corner of his mouth. He constanly browsed through SYM, trying in vain to keep up as new posts required him to read the same topics over and over. Every once in a while, he would scream in rage...."Not Goody" and take the shears of Thread Cutting and kill a thread, lauging all the while.
Just as BS's compassion for the man's circumstances began to build, a very strange thing happened. Sleep got up, closed all the shades, and pulled a lever in the crner. Immediately, the room was turned into a dance hall, disco ball, stage and all. As BS looked on in horror, Sleep jumped on the stage, and tore off his clothing, revealing a go go outfit under his clothes. A full lenghth mirror appeared by the stage, and Sleep began to dance, gyrating and stuffing dollar bills into his own waistline. He pranced and blew kisses into the mirror, ever so often excaiing "Go me!" The sight of the mod in little go go shorts a halter top and thigh high spike heeled boots was too much for BS. It only got worse when Sleep pulled out the lotion.
BS dropped back into the tunnels, amazed and somewhat disturbed. Trying to block out the sounds of "I'm Too Sexy" blaring on the sound system mixed with the occasional "work it baby" and "shake your bon bon" BS shook his head and looked at the map again. Damn his sources, by the time he reached his love, he would be too scarred to do anything. Taking a bottle from his coat pocket, he drank deeply, then wandered off down the tunnel. Damn, he was glad he didn't have a photographic memory.....................
EDIT! Ah Ah ah ah staying alive staying alive ah ah ah ah....
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although I rather pictured him dancing in his blue striped speedo and christmas lights.)
You realize, BS didn't stick around for the second set. You may yet be right. Just wait for Sleep's rockumentary.
btw BS, this is a great thread. I fear the day you poke your head into fable's laboratory.
although I rather pictured him dancing in his blue striped speedo and christmas lights.)
You realize, BS didn't stick around for the second set. You may yet be right. Just wait for Sleep's rockumentary.
btw BS, this is a great thread. I fear the day you poke your head into fable's laboratory.
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I won't chill out until i have my revenge, you have made an enemy today BS.....or i will forget about it in about 3 minutes and carry on as usualOriginally posted by KidD01
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@Sleepy : Chill out matey Here, have a nuka-cola![]()
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I'd have to get drunk every night and talk about virility...And those Pink elephants I'd see.
Fantastic work so far BS, a sure contender for best thread of the year IMO 
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