SL/Encounters in Welcome Area pt. 31/Buster

Soy Burger: my twin Buster everybody

[Buster inexplicably removes his clothes.]
Soy Burger: my nude twin Buster

Buster Falworth: whatsup burger

Soy Burger: now you can see me nude without benefit of having me strip

Imnotgoing Sideways shouts: Ick Buster CLOTHES~!!!!!!!
Vladislav Ariel: how do u edit eyes
Ponce Weaver: i need to edit my eyes after seeing him nude

SL/Chasing Angie/post chauvenism

Angie took off mid-sentence and I did a decent job trying to keep up with her, flying and avoiding tall buildings and at least one other flying individual. It was dark out, and I could see her blond hair against the night sky. Luckily, that was my beacon. I followed her through one fairly large sim before I lost her. I located her in this tenement playground thanks to teleportation.
We heard bird noises--it was either a gull or a pigeon. Angie thought it was a vulture, but I told her I didn't think it was a vulture cooing. Then I noticed there was no litter on the ground, so I said "better pick up the litter." I told her I'd seen a candy bar wrapper float by. She admitted she did see it too, but "don't know how to pick it up." I said nevermind, the bird got it.

She laughed, and asked me to look around. I found her cuddling with the bird.

A short time later I watched her staring over the fence at the plaza below. Shopping thought, I

thought. She was lost in shopping thought. Sure enough, 11 seconds later she was there.
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Of all the outfits, I was very happy that she was gravitating to the one that was the most revealing. Women, I thought, like to spend all day 'getting dressed,' and flitting about, and showing men their various outer wear, but in the end, all men would prefer their women naked.
Then I thought, the answer to get men to go shopping with women is to is to have lots and lots of nude manequins on display. Then I thought, dummy, we're in Second Life now, so why not have robots instead of manequins? Then I thought: why robots? Why not real avatars? So the answer to how to get men to go shopping with women on Second Life is to have all women go shopping while in the nude.

SL/Wedding/

Milo informed me he is having a Serbian wedding on Second Life soon with his bride-to-be, Kaca, and asked me to be his best man. I was honored and I agreed.

We worked out some conditions of the wedding. For instance, the priest should be nude, to better illustrate the sanctity of the honeymoon. Meanwhile, the best-lady, Ayo, and I would dance together during the entire ceremony. Why just stand around and listen? Why not do something while the ceremony is going on? You can listen as well as dance, can't you?

A girl in a wedding gown happened to appear at the dance hall, and then gravitated to where all the tuxes were, and I commented on how a wedding dress always seeks out a tux.

This whole night caught me by surprise and I thought that the stars in the dance hall were especially beautiful tonight and twinkled harder than usual after the announcement.

The wedding will be somewhere between now and the end of this year.

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UPDATE: Matching nipple rings were proferred for the engagement. We suspect the same thing will take place for the wedding.

There also should be (at least) one satanist in attendance for balance.

SL/Overheard/

Taboos/Tattoos

"Teleporting issues kept me from leaving the nude beach much to the dismay of my already-departed girlfriend."

"I was amazed at the sheer amount of tattoos on the (nude) beach."

Song Title:
"I Teleported Ok but Missing One Tattoo."

SL/Overheard (stoner marathon)

Volunteer
LanceG: Anyone want to be my test subject?
Cret: I want you to operate on my taste buds.

Work avoidance
Lee: why you dont use this url for music
Lee: its 80s music
Muwa: oh i hear enough of that at work
Muwa: i need to escape 80s for awhile
Lee: where you working
Muwa: i work in what i call the 'work world'
Lee: lol

Provincialism?
EricD: I want to have the national flag of a country i don't like tattooed on my thumb.
EricD: On the bottom.

A Conversation unique to this universe
littleboy: Hey man, you're on fire.
Milo: I know.
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Over my head appeared a halo made of weed smoke.

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Symbolism
I want to dry off at a nude beach using shredded shower curtains as towels.

Entrepreneurial ism
I want to give virtual tours of the White House attic.

True confessions
I want access to one of the most mysterious places on earth--the confessional chamber normally occupied by Catholic priests. In these cloistered quarters I want to experience 100 bong hits in a row, one for each mistake of the day. At the end of these divine exhalations will be the undeniable smell of a plant being offered up to God. I will emerge with fresh ash on my shirt and lap.
I want to be free again.

Second Life/nood neighbor

A new neighbor. He acquired a nice piece of property, southwest of my place.

Should I introduce myself?

He is naked. (?) (!)

What the--?

Omg.

He hasn't unpacked and already he's trying out his pecker!

A discolored pecker at that.

He must be getting the appropriate angle for the woman who lives in the glass house.

Outrageous.