and with that, she put the scissors down and went to sleep.
THE END
THE END
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Re: Seems Stressed
Mon, June 27, 2005 - 6:14 PMIt was a struggle just to lay her head on the pillow. Maybe now, with her eyelids removed, she'd see them coming. A snip, and then another, -
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Re: Seems Stressed
Mon, June 27, 2005 - 7:32 PMalthough sherriff campbell was dead, he'd taken out most of them. like he said, "these zombies just don't quit".
connie walked upstairs to bed, carefully stepping over the bodies of her dead family members (or dismembers as it were). after snipping and stabbing more than her share of zombies, she was exhausted but wired from the battles.
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Mon, June 27, 2005 - 8:15 PMthe moon was full over the now silent holler. connie downed one of the cold beers, the one she was supposed to have shared with the sherriff--to toast the demise of the zombies. But -
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Fri, July 1, 2005 - 9:43 AMwas oddly enough making her hungry.
connie went to the kitchen and pulled a steak from the frigde. she knew it was to be her last supper.
she sat down at the table and decided to get herself drunk for the first time ever. it was a moment that campbell promised he'd share with her. in truth he'd really just wanted to get her drunk and take advantage of her. she knew it but somehow with the impending zombie threat of it didn't bother her much. she thought it was cute.
she finished her steak and drank from the 4 warm beers still lying on the floor from when she'd thrown them at the zombies.
campbell had told her that warm beer was for "commies", but at this point she just wanted to get drunk. besides she'd been saving the only 2 cold ones for the sherrif and couldn't really bring herself to drink "his beer".
the evening turned to night as connie got drunker and drunker. there was an eerie light as -
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Re: Seems Stressed
Fri, July 1, 2005 - 10:31 AMthe thought of scrambled brains -
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Fri, July 1, 2005 - 10:44 AMwould surely make hisory.
who would have thought that zombies would land in boulder, colorado? and who would have thought that connie, a petite seamstress 34 DD could come up with method to destoy zombies.
the sight of large breasts would scramble their brains. funny, -
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Fri, July 1, 2005 - 10:52 AMshe had worked hurredly at her sewing machine preparing the lethal bustier. The way she disguised those zombie missles in her bullet bra -
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Re: Seems Stressed
Fri, July 1, 2005 - 11:49 AMwas genius really. in fact she'd laughed as -
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Re: Seems Stressed
Fri, July 1, 2005 - 1:32 PMThis was no "pussified" shootin implement... this was
"boobified" heavy artillery. It -
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Re: Seems Stressed
Sat, July 2, 2005 - 4:31 PMmade the zombies drop like flies.
she'd giggled as she created it. giggled and moaned that is. she would alternately sew and ride her mustang 2 power vibrator.
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Re: Seems Stressed
Tue, July 5, 2005 - 11:50 AMeverytime she came (or just thought about it, really, her boobs powered up, shot missiles, and -
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Re: Seems Stressed
Tue, July 5, 2005 - 11:55 AMmilk.
one would think that the missiles would kill zombies but in fact it was a combination of brain scramble at the sight of her breasts coupled with the breast milk that made the zombies
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Tue, July 5, 2005 - 3:06 PMget a hold of those boob shooters.
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Tue, July 5, 2005 - 3:44 PMBetween the suculence of her fucund, leaking tits, and the hard shiny sheen of their metal casings, there wasn't a soul, living, dead, dying, or zombified, who didn't want to -
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Wed, July 6, 2005 - 1:53 AMborn that way. She didn't care about "orthodoxy", she was free, free to explore the depths her imagination, her passion, and engineering skills - but most importantly (or so it seemed to her, then) free to finally leave the bitterness of small-town incestuous hate-circles that had ruled her life since her "aunt" had sent her away.
She knew she had to remake herself, and she knew it would change the way she interacted with others, but she had no idea what kind of effect her artistry and technical skills would have on the jaded big-city people she was about to find herself literally immersed in.
After her first major overhaul, her weblog exploded with comments. After the second one, she had six marriage proposals from diverse locations like MIT, CalTech, Detroit. The third clenched it:
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