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The difference between US' and France's presidents
Once you have hairy, french milf waffleswaffleswaffleswaffleswaffles, you'll never go back.
only her armpits are hairy, the rest most definitely is not ;-), and I don't know what others may be into but I don't fuck armpits, and I don't fuck fat chicks who promise dog's to small children.
WTF is up with this "euro women don't shave their armpits" myth???
Been on this world thirty years (almost), travelled through whole Europe, half US, quite a bit of Asia and some Africa. Last time I saw a womat with hairy armpit was in '87 or something...
WTF is up with this "euro women don't shave their armpits" myth???
Been on this world thirty years (almost), travelled through whole Europe, half US, quite a bit of Asia and some Africa. Last time I saw a womat with hairy armpit was in '87 or something...
Last time I saw a woman with hairy armpits was in Vermont...
WTF is up with this "euro women don't shave their armpits" myth???
Been on this world thirty years (almost), travelled through whole Europe, half US, quite a bit of Asia and some Africa. Last time I saw a womat with hairy armpit was in '87 or something...
Well I remember growing up, eating seal blubber dipped in maple syrup, sitting in my parent's igloo, and my father would tell me grand stories of this french ship that sailed through the broken ice to our shore.
The boat was filled with stinky men who wore red and white striped shirts, and beautiful women with big hairy armpits. 'They ate a lot of baguettes', he told me. 'And smoked a lot of cigarettes through long skiny black sticks'.
Onde day as my dad was tying up the dogsled to go on a whale hunt, one of the beautiful french women with bigt hairy armpits asked if she could come along. My dad, not able to speak a word of french was more than happy to oblige and said 'Oui Oui!' What my dad was really saying was that his wee wee was getting hard and he wanted her to touch it.
As they were in the middle of the hunt my dad's sled broke through the ice and he fell in the frigid water, hypothermia soon to set in. The young, beautiful french girl with the big hairy armpits was quick to think. She braided a rope out of her long brassy armpit hair and threw the lifeline to my father.
Upon returning home we all rejoiced and feasted on Tim Horton's coffee and donuts while the french people put on a mime show, drank wine, ate cheese, and then we all had a massive french orgy like on those television shows you used to stumble upon late at night when your parents were fast asleep. But guess what!? Your parent's were not asleep, no, your dad was balls deep in your mother's vag and ps, that scary noise was not a monster under your bed, oh no, it was your mom gargling your father's hot steamy baby juice before she took that final gulp.
Stereotypes - if we can't laugh at ourselves, laugh at others ;-)
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