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A small creem runs along the trail that winds down towards the falls, it is feed by an under ground spring a mile or so away. There are all kinds of fallen trees and hobbit holes littering the area as you go towards the falls, it is an almost magical feeling there.

Have a look at my gallery to see for yourself, hopefully more will share soon...

I am going to post a 2000th picture, and many more honestly but as part of that I am issuing a challenge to everyone on the site. I challenge you to post a picture of yourself holding a piece of paper with a secret about yourself on it. I realize that if they tell a secret it no longer is a secret, but seriously thats the point. Any secret big or small, funny or sad, something you have kept inside or years, share it with others who honestly when it comes right down to it are here sharing themselves just like you already. I also know that some will think this is a joke or something to make fun of, but to those I ask even more to share. I will also post a picture of myself revealing a secret to you all. It is honestly amazing the things we keep hiding away and are too scared to share with others, and even more amazing the way it feels when we share.


this is just one of the many things that made me decide to do this for my 2000th picture. I hope that you all get involved. And as I said this is a challenge for everyone even those who do not like me or only read my blog in passing to kill the time. Share... If you decide you want to do this then great I am glad and excited to see what people post, please post in what ever category you decide your pictures best fit, then post a comment here so we all know you have posted on and know where to look.

For several reasons I will not go into here, I had decided that when I hit 1999 pictures and videos I would stop posting pictures. Since the night I talked to Master and he told me that I could stop posting here if I wanted, since after all it was my idea to post here to begin with. Sometime over the last few weeks however I have been thinking that I actually rather enjoy posting pictures, and I know Master loves how excited I get when I post and later see the responses I get. So I am now considering posting more, I mean after all I have 5 and a half years of membership, and truth is in my opinion why be a member of a site like this and not participate. Not that I do not participate here in many other ways. But I do honestly love posting my pictures here and believe that even with the flaws; yes I am saying that NN has flaws, NN really is "the worlds best amateur nude community"

The Donkey Kong kill screen.

On some of the classic arcade machines the the space for the code was very limited, and often times it was assumed that the player would have died off long before the code ran out. This often times resulted in what is call a KILL SCREEN, some of the games that are well known for their kill screen are Pac Man, Duck Hunt, Dig Dug, and the infamous DONKEY KONG KILL SCREEN on level 22.

If you have seen the movie King of Kong {Fist full of Quarters} you know that among classic video game players, the true geek kings and queens of the video game genre that a kill screen is a coveted achievement. And that it is not an easy task to achieve on any game.

In a little over a month however there may well be many seen, at the Fun Spot in Laconia NH when they hold the 14th Annual International Classic Video Game Tournament. I plan to be there for part of it and with luck I may be able to get some autographs and gaming gods willing witness a Donkey Kong Kill Screen. However a Pac Man or Dig Dug Kill Screen would be AWESOMENESS as well.

As I said before I have a Pantie Fetish...

a great idea for Easter brunch...











they are filled with egg salad, but I am willing to bet that a lightly scrambled egg with feta cheese would be a great filling as well.

I depart as air, I shake my white locks at the runaway sun,
I effuse my flesh in eddies, and drift it in lacy jags.

I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love,
If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles.

You will hardly know who I am or what I mean,
But I shall be good health to you nevertheless,
And filter and fibre your blood.

Failing to fetch me at first keep encouraged,
Missing me one place search another,
I stop somewhere waiting for you.