The esteemed mountain climber, Javier von Bigthrust, was working his way toward the summit of Mount Sapphia when he rounded a tree and encountered this scene. His first instinct, as he gazed upon such a mystifying display of estrogen-based revelry, was that he should run back down the mountain and alert appropriate authorities. His second instinct, based on the lack of panties being worn by the woman on the far left as she painfully strained to sing whatever ditty they were bellowing, was that perhaps he should lay his hat here for the night and hope for the best. His final thought, however, was that people are people and we should all just nod politely to one another and remain true to our own journeys. And so he did…
Categories: Past Imperfect
Bonnywood Manor 
perfectly named characters and mountain
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Thanks, Beth! Sometimes choosing the right names can give a story that little oomph that it needs… 😉
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I’ll bet he’s sorry.
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Of course, the state of his sorriness might be modified by what he encounters on the NEXT turn in the mountain path… 😉
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She is certainly flashing a fair bit there. Mr Bigthrust perhaps did not have much to thrust – or he was just very shy.
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She’s rather proud of that thigh, isn’t she? As for Mr. Bigthrust’s endowment, we may never know. Perhaps we can catch him on his way back down the mountain, proffering a welcoming smile and a tape measure… 😉
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A gentleman and a scholar – a rare combination.
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Rare, indeed. Even more rare? People who are willing to harmonize whilst someone strums what appears to be a ukulele… 😉
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Come now, did he really?
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Perhaps not. But in my little dreamworld at Bonnywood Manor, we’ll just assume that he did, and all was well in the end…
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I thought Javier might have been betwixt maidens already in the tent lol
Some of them are crazy though…
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What happens in the tent stays in the tent, a decree that many of us followed in our youthful, hormonal days at summer camp. Not that I ever went. But I had a great imagination and could envision a plethora of tent-things happening that should not be shared around the campfire…
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How “broad-minded” of him. Ahem.
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Ba dum bump. 😉
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ROFLMAO!!!
“Javier von Bigthrust!!!”
Sounds like a name that I’d see in my online game, I kid you not…I knew one person who had an avatar named “Muff Studler!”
XD
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I am AMAZED by some of the names people come up with in the online community. And then I look back at some of the character names in my own writing and think “okay, maybe I need to settle down and accept things as they are”… 😉
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I’ll admit, some of the names that I see have led to some horrible deaths in my online game…I begin laughing so hard that my fingers slip off of the keys right when some Orc is hacking my head off!
XD
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Brian- It was probably just as well that Mr. Bigthrust left the women alone. They look rather frightening & I am certain it could have been a Hard Candy kind of situation. Yikes!
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