Can I go again? @Cave Troll yes, weed seems to be the go-to drug for gamers. Hope you had a nice time.
... BDSM. Girl ties down her partner (guy), blindfolds him and gets a bit rough but not too much (I guess?). Ice, nipple-clamps, and anal beads were included. Yes. Ice.
Me too Have been watching for a long time now but there never seemed a lull where I could jump in. Truth.
Okay, Lifeline has gibble covered. @Lifeline, this is one that I got hit with ages ago, which I'll credit to the Lady Mercutio: Write a story with exactly 237 words (title doesn't count, but can't be used to start the first sentence). Use the words: cart, blades, showmanship, and towels. Whoops, you wanted truth. Have you ever been the cause of a serious slowdown or cancellation of one of your expeditions?
Aside from the difficulty of licking my elbow (once I'd removed it from my ear), I couldn't see very well through my "mask", but here you go:
As it happened, not a slowdown/cancellation but a serious annoyance: on my last sailing cruise. ONE day before my flight left for Reyklavik (Iceland) I got an email, that our yacht had made port in a different harbour - at the other side of Iceland. That meant a) I had to scramble for an inner-country flight to get to the other side, and then I had to find transport in the middle of the night (without bus-service or train) from the airport to the harbour. About 50 miles. Not easy, and not cheap (flight + taxi) on one day notice *grumbles*. I still don't understand why the previous crew didn't sail to the originally planned port *grumbles more*.
Iain eyed his baby, Fury, the black 1964 Mustang. There really should be two big white stripes down its back to make it perfect. It was all about just the right showmanship - if he wanted the reward he'd better put in some effort. Why had he asked Sandra out anyway? But he knew why: her easy smile and gentle mocking, and the way she had once too often leaned forward on the counter of their local store, giving him a fine view of her boobs. He'd hesitated too long. But shit, after two crappy divorces and twenty years of living alone it had been difficult to gather the courage. He still didn't know how he'd managed it, maybe it'd had something to do with the way she'd mooned about James Bond and his cars - and she had never ridden in Iain's baby. This was one woman who would understand. He couldn't afford to let her get away. Iain snorted softly at himself and surveyed his supplies, which he'd gathered together in a supermarket cart. Big bass boxes, a new antenna, wiring for the radio, numerous screws and polish, towels for cleaning afterward - his baby should look his best tomorrow. And he should trim his long beard too. Not that he was good with razor blades near his throat, but in this case it would be a justified risk. Impressing Sandra was worth it. He bent to work.
Minus one point. The earliest Mustang was the 1962 concept car- A two-seater After that, they made a 1963 four-seater also a concept car. Production for the public was the 1964 1/2.
Here be my dares, and the next person who says Truth or Dare I will take it. Jon leaped from shadow to shadow, his Rolex gleaming from the faint light in the moon. He could stop, but just for a minutes. Nazis where after him, for he carried a coded message for all Jews in Pizza Hut. One only they could decipher. Like a bullet shot from a gun, Jon booked it after taking a quick hit of pot, he needed to stay ahead of the game. As he rounded the corner of Main Street, Jon saw the glowing red roof thing that symbolized Pizza Hut. Breathing a sigh of relief, Jon was about to head for the door before he told himself, "Is is almost to easy!" Using his earlobes, he scanned the rooftop for Nazis, and counted at least 3 dozen, but his main problem was the Nazi that just leapt down from the Pizza Hut. "mickey mouse!" He hissed, pulling his gun and fireininto his skull. After that, he swept through the doors, and went up to the counter, where a pimply, greasey haired teenager said."Welcome to pizza hut, may I take ur order?" Jon quickly replied: "Pepperoni and blue cheese dressing please, with a filled crust of snot from the hair of a pig, and a obease 50 year old man named Chucks b.o water." a Nazi then came in and killed Jon.
