Virtual Bonfire

::Turns::

::Bends::

Mmmmmmm. Warm ass cheeks.

<sidles up to the Chief>

mmmmm - toasty warm ass cheeks… :smiley:
<shame on me>

::Tucks cold fingers in ChiefScott’s waist band to warm ‘em up::

Yeah the fire’s warm too, but I like the squealing.

I brought some marshmallows anybody want a s’more?

AUGH! The dreaded simulpost! Can we share him, FCM?

Can we catapult the cows into the fire for faster steaks?

Dragging over a huge table, a couple of meat saws, and some very sharp knives.

there ya go guys, I don’t know the first thing about butchering no cows, but I’ll sure help eatin 'em.

I’d like a big porterhouse medium rare please.

Oh, and I brought potato salad, onions, tomatoes and huge salad.

did I see corn on the cob somewhere?

Oops I spilled butter on myself now I’m all slippery.

HOLD ON A MINUTE, I ALREADY TOLD YOU

I WILL NOT GET IN THAT GRILLING BASKET.

NO I AM NOT FAMILIAR WITH THE TERM SURF 'N TURF

HEY WATCH IT.

::Quickly turns so xtal’s hand is down the front of my pants::

Mmmmmm. Hand job.

Cut that out guys

I’m trying to run a nice respectable bonfire here.

OK who wants to throw me the meat?

mermaid…if xtal volunteers, there will be trouble…

I don’t know about throwing the meat…

Tossing off, maybe…

::makes a big container of hot cocoa for later::

Robin

Osip crashes the party drinking (poorly at that) in his safron buddist robes soaked in Gasoline!

Hey lets dance next to the fire!

“Fwump!” goes Osip.

Feels real bad about Osip’s poor choice of bonfire atire…

only hesitates a moment before helping to put him out.

Drenches him with a big bottle of Boone’s Farm.

I knew that was good for something!

[Osip as The Brain]
" This is a pain that will linger"

Let’s all put our arms around each other and sing kumbaya…

::dodges flying cow::

Or not.

Oh my…

<must…not…spit…on…computer>

Oh dear, dear me…whatever are we going to do to, uh, with you?

wanders around the fire keeping warm and avoiding white rabbits and flying cows My first year at summer camp we burns an outhouse on our bonfire on the last night. (It was only about 3 years ago)

mmm nice and toasty stays a couple meters back where she can stay warm enough not to burn

There’s hay to sit on and a guitar, let’s have a sing-along.

Wakes up and turn the cold side toward the fire
throws a couple more logs on. (using catapult of course)

Lies back down and snuggles up to…

:tiptoeing over sleeping picnicers and grabbing a hay bale and dragging it over to the catapult and soaking the hay with gasoline. Cranking back the catapult and lighting a match…
Ahhhhh… nothing like the sight a flaming hay bale sailing across the morning sky.

Mornin’ Mermaid :slight_smile: