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You fucking dictatorfag.
Go post it on miniman.
Linkage?
i dunno.
lmao. Who actually POSTS on miniman. Honestly.
asdf.
Zellomesh.
Not just another flash site.
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"patrick benecke is a faggot and revird sucks"
Both of these statements are 100% correct.
Tell SlipperyMooseCakes what you think of this comment:
"spoffeep"
HOW IS IT HANGING WITH FAGGOTS?!@
WE ALWAYS HAVE 40 USERS ON AND I'VE HAD TO MOD 5 MORE MEMBERS.
:o That's good that's it's active!
I was going to tell Anne to visit you in Virginia but your house is a 3 hour drive! Where she was staying is on the OBX.
I'll holla at da bitch.
I have no idea what you're talking about.
Last week as I remember. I was asked to work on a friends new house for a while in the south of France, quite near Spain. It was an old cottage and needed some serious manpower to be renovated.
It was me, my friend and his parents who where to stay at this camp site near by the house for a while as the cottage couldn't be slept in at the time.
Second day there, hard day shifting some beams in the roof of the cottage. Drained, I unzipped my tent and more than crawled in, just fell in and hit the inflatable mattress inside. I plugged myself into some Blue Oyster Cult when I heard a car pull up outside in the next plot of camping land. Curious to see who would be my new neighbours I peered my head out the tent and looked through the hedge. The car was French, from the centre of France as I could tell from the number plate. One man, mid forties, one slim woman, same age. Two girls? I could barely make out two similar, voluptrous bodies through the hedge, but when the bodies crossed I could not differ the two.
Curious, I looked for an excuse to get closer. I grabbed an empty plastic bottle in the tent, went over to the fountain which we would have to share with the next plot of land and began to fill the bottle. Forgetting what I was there for I saw one of the sisters in the corner of my eye, to the right of me, only just making her out through the blur of seeing something in the corner of my eye. What was she doing? It seemed like she was just standing there watching me, 6 foot away. She must be waiting for me to finish. I looked at her, made eye contact and smiled, she smiled back and I left. When I looked back she didn't head to the fountain. She just walked back to her tent. Did she just want my attention? And what about her sister?
That night I thought about her and mulled over the scenario that had passed. She was dressed like she was from the country. Summery clothing and no make up. Olive skin. Not brown, but absolutely olive with shortish mousy hair. Shorter than mine. My hair was half way down my back. I remembered that her figure wasn't annoyingly skinny. The type of girl where its obvious they try to keep "shapely" and just end up looking like a rag of skin and bones. She was absolutely curvy with breasts that would only just hit the "quite big" label. The kind that distract you. I played the scenario in my head again and again and kept remembering how cute her little face was. Looking at the ceiling of my tent, I put in my headphones and fell asleep to the bombastic sounds of Captain Beefheart.
8am. Rudely awaken by the fucking boulangerie man. Its like an ice cream man except it sells bakery and bread fucking early in the morning pissing everyone off. Great, that'll be something to talk about when I see that girl again.
Except the day went and I didn't even see her or her sister. 10pm. Defeated, I went to the camp showers to cool off after working in the damned cottage for 6 hours. Upon leaving I threw my towel over my shoulder and didn't bother putting a shirt on. Getting closer to my tent I saw a figure walking in the opposite direction. A female. It was her.
"Bonsoir!"
"Bonsoir" she replied. I made sure I made full on eye contact. I really felt I could reel her in. But she just walked on... Shit.
I sat on the grass near my tent and drank beer looking at the stars. Fairly drunk, I started humming Don't fear the reaper.
"Hey!" Who was that? Someone talking to me? I stopped looking at the stars and looked infront of me to see it was the girl.
"Tu sont Anglais?" Holy shit. She's talking to me. Time to engage the French skills.
"Ouais, mais pas completement! Je suis moite Francais" I told her of my French origins and why I could speak French. She giggled and told me I sound like a German man speaking French. I hated it when French people tell me that. My accent is shit.
She looked even cuter than ever and her little giggle was really turning me on. She had a sexy, teethy smile and I always found the French language thoroughly sexy.
"Tu does pardon moi si mon Francais est mal! Je suis en peu ivre donc, tu ce quoi je vouloir!" I told her my French was probably going to be littered with mistakes as I was a little drunk.
She did that sexy giggle again.
"Moi aussi, il y a rien a faire ici donc moi et ma soeur boire tous je jours" She said there was nothing to do here so she and her sister just drink everynight. Pretty sad thing to do then I remembered what position I was in.
"Venir dans mon tente, mon parents est pas ici et nous sont ennuye!". She was bored, and drunk, she wanted me to come into her tent, her parents weren't around. I couldn't believe this was happening. Still, they must not get a lot of attention from buys living in the centre of France where its mostly country side.
I followed her in her tent. It was one of those huge ones. Ones with multiple rooms that you could fit a car into. She beckoned me into her part of the tent. I was smashed with a wave of sweet smelling things. I have always remembered girls more by smell than anything else, especially attractive ones. Things they put on, eau de toillette etc. This would be something I'd remember.
I sat cross legged on aload of quilts that were just thrown around the tent. Another voice?
"Salut!" What? She looked the same as- They are twins! Only subtle differences in hair and the fact that one wore glasses, sort of bookworm type but absolutely gorgeous like her sister. Oh my God. This was too much for me to handle. One very cute, busty French girl. Doubled. The small tent chamber was dimly lit with a sort of electrical lamp you hang from a ceiling. I could make out quilts, cheap wine and typical things girls need to take to go anywhere, shampoo, shower gel etc.
I took all this in within seconds of sitting myself down. The two sisters were whispering complex French in each others ears and giggling. I gave them a inquisitive look.
"Qui to prefere. Moi ou ma soeur?" The one I initially met. The one with mousy, short hair had asked me who I prefered the look of out of her and her sister. I was going to lead this game and I was gunna raise the stakes.
"Hmmm. Je crois je prefere toi, jaimerais bien le chevaux court etre oppose que le chevaux loin" I told her I prefered her look as opposed to her sister. This, as I predicted would cause them to inquire further.
"Si nous baiser toi, tu peux me'dit qui tu prefere?" They weren't going to take their time. They asked me if they kissed me, one after the other can I tell them who I prefered. My initial thought was Holy shit. The idea of smooching girls so pure and so sexy. Girls who seemed absolutely untouched and flawless, blessed with the looks of their nation.
"...D'accord"
The second sister crawled towards me, closed her eyes and pushed her supple lips on mine. I savoured the feel of it. Not messy and uncoordinated like how an English lass would kiss. Meaningless and lustful. It was like fitting two pieces of a puzzle together. It was in sync and analogous like yin and yang, black and white, female and male.
She pulled back making me lust for more, but before I could move in again her shorter haired sister moved in towards me, closed her eyes, grabbed the back of my head and pushed my head forward, our lips meeting with some force. She was a more aggressive kisser than her sister. She used tongue, but only subtley. She used some force, but only when needed. She smacked lips a little, but it was sweet.
"Allors, qui tu prefere?"
"Je pas decide deja" I told them I haven't decided yet, playing the game, looking for more.
Without warning and without word the "bookwork" type sister pulled off her top, then with too much speed for me to comprehend what was about to happen her bra too. Her fairly large, globular breasts released from the confinements of their bra. The second sister followed suit. Holy shit.
Sister one grabbed my hand and pulled it towards her right breast before opening my hand and pushing it onto it. It wasn't flabby. It was warm and supple and felt absolutely natrual. I traced the shape with my fingers as she continued to smooch me again.
tl;dr
man i don't wanna read all that bullshit.
MY STORY WAS 100% true.
You speak moon?
Jconfag fucking locked me out of my Revird account when I tried to change emails. ;_;
jake@mailinator.com?
<a href="http://slipperymoosecakes.newgrounds.com/news/post/17018">http://slipperymoosecakes.newgrounds.
com/news/post/17018</a>
The one of the left I need orig pic
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That fat asshole looks like a freak. Gay curly hair, painted black lips, no neck, doing the westside sign upside down and taking photo of himself in the mirror of his bathroom.....he needs to get a life.
Frank response.
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News post.
Downtime, or did someone delete the revird?
Cuntserv'd.
Net-terrorist
When you were gone, and the Revird got defaggotrized, I posted cp and gay porn. Can I post some bestiality next?
Ecke
That would be teh b7.