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~~THE PERFORMANCE THREAD~~ **aside** ((action)) %%thought%%
DeeDee:
YOUNG ENNIS:
(( Ennis hears a sound and turns to find Jack standing behind him.))
Hey bud, ya ok? I wuz jes' looking for sumthin' ta eat, but all I see are mushrooms, and don' think they look so good. Maybe we can cook up some blueberries, if thats ok with ya.
%% Tha only thing I wan' for suppa is right behind me. Gettin' all sweaty jes' thinkin' about it.%%
(( Ennis stops to look at the mountainside, which is all torn up.))
Somethin' been eatin' up this countryside, bud and I tell ya, hope it ain't no Ky-ote, cause Mr. Raymille uh, fish and game don' wan' us killin off no animals.
Daniel:
YOUNG JACK:
((grins and nods at Ennis.))
%% OK? With you beside me how could I not be? %%
Well, let's see what we can find back at camp. I ken make some coffee at least. I know we got that. I think we got some honey... you want soma' that?
((Jack goes silent, uncertain of what to say next to this mysterious person that he has come to love so much. Not really a stranger anymore, but they had only been together for a few months. There was so much of Ennis's childhood that he wanted to know about, and he even wanted to know what this girl Alma was like. So much to know, and so little time.))
Uh, Ennis...?
((Jack stopped after they had walked for a little ways back towards the camp. Ennis was close to him... what another might consider uncomfortably close, but for Jack it felt just right. Jack looked up at Ennis and could see some fear flickering in his eyes. What was wrong? He remembered Ennis's gaze so strongly from their lovemaking. It was filled with love and wonder. That seems to have been clouded over now. What could he do about it?))
Pipedream:
--- Quote from: Daniel on July 19, 2006, 03:25:34 pm ---MARKETING ADVISOR:
** Excuse me, Ms. Property Master, our research indicates that if you were to incorporate more alluring images into your commercials you would experience a 38% increase in sales, although I'm afraid there's little we can do about the organic fertilizer. Sales for that are just plummeting.**
--- End quote ---
** Well, your research ain't worth a damn then, Mr. Marketing Advisor. Actually, Owl Olivia's Finest is our most successful product on here! The sales have sky-rocketed since we advertised it. A lot of stores ran out of owl poop within hours and had to order more. Owl Olivia already had to employ hundreds of assistants to meet the huge demand! **
** A lot of zoological and botanical gardens use it now to fertilize their lawns. Because of the impressive results in their parks, some town councils have already put up owl sculptures. **
** So what exactly was yer point, Mr. Advisor? ** ::)
Lumière:
--- Quote from: Pipedream on July 19, 2006, 05:10:47 pm ---
** So what exactly was yer point, Mr. Advisor? ** ::)
--- End quote ---
**
:laugh:
Gee....great work there Ms Spanky! You are definitely ontop of the game there! ;D You really know your shit stuff!
I guess the point is - Don't mess with the OWL MANURE, it is actually what is keeping this production afloat!
All praise Olivia and her very very very active bowels! ;D
**
alec716:
--- Quote from: saucycobblers on July 19, 2006, 01:22:39 pm ---((A skilled lover, Terry gently, but ever so ardently, works JBB into a frenzy of excitement. Feeling suddenly bold, JBB rolls on top of Terry and sinks his ridge deeply into Terry's soft folds, feeling the warmth of a volcano spread slowly from his flat edge to his lid, before erupting (a little sooner than he'd have liked :-\) in a crescendo of ecstasy he'd barely thought existed before now.
=cut to money shot=
Drawing a barely captured breath through a smile that feels as though it will never leave him, JBB is eventually able to relax his lid enough to feel as though he is sinking into the groundsheet below... he offers up a silent prayer of thanks...))
%% Dear Lord, by all that is creamy and intensely moisturising, please never send this warshcloth from me...%%
--- End quote ---
(( That spring, hungry for any job, TERRY CLOTH and JBB had each signed up with Sacred Relic Employment -- they had come together onscreen as warshrag and campy make-your-arse-tender lotion for the same HIGH PRIESTESS gender reassignment operation movie operation north of they-can't-get-their-Signals-straight-on-this-Thread. So much was happening, and so quickly. Now in the Tent Where All Looks Right and All IS Right, TERRY CLOTH lies under a well-hung Nelson Mandala and wrapped around JBB overwhelmed and spent, supple as never before, reveling in the musky scent of JBB and the Mountain and the FSD's long-composted piney cowboy thingie. To his surprise, as he drifts off to sleep, he finds that he likes these scents even better than the Props Magician's lavender and jasmine detergent or the mouse-breath of his Owlma who waits to marry him and nest with him when he comes down off the Mountain. ))
(( TERRY CLOTH awoke in white lotion with his fluff around his knees, a top-grade threadcount, and JBB uncapped against him; without saying anything about it both knew how it would go for the rest of the Performance Thread, SHEEP be damned. ))
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