Smurfs turn 50!

herekitty · #1 01-18-2008, 12:54 AM

AFP: Smurfs preparing big 50th birthday celebrations

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Smurfs preparing big 50th birthday celebrations

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BRUSSELS, Jan 14, 2008 (AFP) — The little blue cartoon Smurfs are planning to celebrate their 50th birthday this year with a new TV series, books and a film, with UNICEF among the beneficiaries, their human promoters said Monday.

Throughout 2008, 20 European cities will be flooded by the minute characters "three apples high" who are all -- except for ancient Papa Smurf -- officially a hundred years old.

But Europeans were only introduced to them in October 1958, when Brussels-born cartoonist Peyo (Pierre Culliford) first launched the "Schtroumpfs" onto an unsuspecting Belgian public.

"The invasion will begin on January 20 and end in October," said Hendrick Coysman, head of the Belgian-based IMPS group which holds the rights to the cartoon characters and is controlled by Peyo's widow Nine and children Veronique and Thierry Culliford.

The sale of tens of thousands of small figurines will benefit the United Nations Children's Fund, Coysman said.

A much larger Smurf statue, decorated by an unnamed celebrity, will be auctioned off on October 23, the 50th birthday date, with the proceeds also going to the UN's children's fund.

The Smurfs are also to head back to the big screen with a co-production with the US Paramount film group, Coysman said.

In an apparent nod to gender parity, new female characters will also be introduced to the Smurf village to help out Schtroumpfette, the only female.

The cartoonist Peyo died in 1992 at age 64. Since then, his family and collaborators have continued his work "in the same spirit of humour and creativity," IMPS said in a statement.

Since their humble origins in the Belgian children's comic-strip magazine Spirou, the Smurfs have sold 25 million cartoon albums worldwide in 25 languages.

A testament of their enduring popularity: One million Smurf DVDs were sold last year alone, Coysman said.

I'm definitely making a cake.
But I'm confused- it's their 50th bday but they're turning 100 according to the article? Is that a typo or are 2 smurf years = to one human year?

Doesn't matter. definitely have to dye something blue this year to mark this occasion.

bort · #2 01-18-2008, 03:08 AM

Well I guess the smurfs were already 50 years old when they were first drawn? They're still Belgian, and vaguely communist, and I'm never quite sure if I should approve of that!

Anti · #3 01-18-2008, 05:54 AM

nono... they mean that in the cartoon all smurfs are 100 y old except for papa smurf..

bort · #4 01-18-2008, 06:03 AM

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Originally Posted by Anti

nono... they mean that in the cartoon all smurfs are 100 y old except for papa smurf..

If they're turning 100, they presumably weren't 100 previously.

Anti · #5 01-18-2008, 06:24 AM

they are not turning 100, the cartoon is turning 50 and all smurfs are 100 years old even if they would make new episodes for another 250 years they would still be 100y old.

bort · #6 01-18-2008, 06:31 AM

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Originally Posted by Anti

they are not turning 100, the cartoon is turning 50 and all smurfs are 100 years old even if they would make new episodes for another 250 years they would still be 100y old.

That's a fucking bitch for the little smurfs, who will never get to know sex with anyone other than Papa Smurf and Vanity.

Anti · #7 01-18-2008, 06:36 AM

not to mention the fact that there is only 1 smurfin for 100 smurfs...

thisbytes · #8 01-18-2008, 06:49 AM

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Originally Posted by Anti

not to mention the fact that there is only 1 smurfin for 100 smurfs...

She'll have to surpass that number by quite a few if she hopes to beat the pornstar record in one setting.

I have (or did have?) this one running around somewhere...

bort · #9 01-18-2008, 06:53 AM

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Originally Posted by Anti

not to mention the fact that there is only 1 smurfin for 100 smurfs...

I hate that Donnie Darko took away my "explaining why sex jokes about Smurfette are made only by the misinformed" party trick. Although I like the film.

Violet Pixie · #10 01-18-2008, 07:10 AM

I love the Smurfs. they rock!

ThePrude · #11 01-18-2008, 05:58 PM

does anyone remember this from 1995?...

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Originally posted in alt.sex.stories Thu, 6 Apr 1995 19:37:26 -0400
It’s time to tell the truth about Smurfs. You see, Smurfs are a lot like other folks; they have dreams and ambitions, deep, thoughtful conversations with each other, and good and bad times.
“But,” people ask, “do Smurfs have... you know... sex?”
The answer is an emphatic and resounding yes! And why shouldn’t they? They’re people, too. What most people don’t know is why Smurfs are blue. Well, the reason is because Smurfs only have sex once a year. Face it: if you had sex only once a year, you’d be blue, too. Once a year, in the Smurf village, flags and banners fly happily in the breeze, proclaiming that the day of the annual Smuckfest has arrived. Birds sing and the Sun comes out to watch, despite the weather-Smurf’s direst predictions. I guess good ol’ Mr. Sun is a voyeur. In the middle of town, Papa Smurf gives a brief speech explaining the origin of the Smuckfest; how Dr. C. Everett Koop came to the village and warned all the Smurfs about AIDS.
Papa Smurf knew that no one made condoms small enough for a Smurf (even though everyone knows that all male Smurfs are uniformly well-hung, for their size), so he decreed that all Smurfs would only smuck one day a year.
“Smucking one day a year will help us identify any diseases we may transmit to one another, and keep them from spreading to the animals in the forest,” declaimed Papa Smurf. “Besides, it will give Smurfette a chance to rest.”
Yes! Smurfette must rest. For, as everyone knows, Smurfette is the only female Smurf in the village, and after a full day of having vigorous, rabid sex with two hundred cunt-crazed little blue men, she needs a break.
So, on the appointed day, Papa Smurf bids everyone throw their inhibitions to the wind and immerse themselves in debauchery. And, as is his privilege, Papa Smurf throws out the first throe. At his signal, Smurfette unties the skintight blue band she must use to suppress her natural bustiness, and her astounding tits spring forth into the daylight. The Sun gleams lecherously on the smooth, blue flesh, nipples crinkling in the light of day from her soon-to-be-unbridled lust. Then Smurfette shimmies out of her skirt and stands before the crowd, naked as the day she was born, save the spike-heeled white boots she has donned just for the occasion. Her long, blonde hair cascades down her back and lasciviously outlines her buttocks, clinging like a dirty old man’s gaze to each curve and dimple. Her cunt winks lewdly from behind the golden shield of pubic glory, already glistening in mad anticipation of each and every raging rod it would receive that day.
And receive them gladly it would, for hers is the indefatigable furburger, and she hungered for the sauce blended in the heat of passion.
Smurfette turns to Papa Smurf and lifts her stupendous breasts with their turgid nipples to his lips. He takes each one, in turn, into his mouth, where his tongue dances the Fabulous Fandango around the areolae, as Smurfette moans like a cat in heat. Then, when poor Smurfette can take no more, Papa Smurf drops to his bony little knees and sprinkles his magic deSmurfilating dust on Smurfette’s engorged cunt lips. Presto! The lovely blonde braiding material falls from her, leaving her shaved smooth as a hard-boiled egg.
“Oh, Papa Smurf!” she cries. “Encore!! Encore!!” as she writhes in anticipation of the Fabulous Furless Fandango danced ’round her pulsating pussy.
Papa Smurf does not disappoint the damsel in distress; he slides his hands under her tight little blue ass and parts her moistness with his thumbs. As the hot, funky juices begin to run down his arms, he plunges tongue-first and tonsil-deep into her wiggling womanhood. Smurfette gasps as the talented tongue begins to do its magic, and her cunt clutches at it like a baby bird after a worm. Cradling his head to her crotch, Smurfette’s hips begin to slowly grind and twitch, for Papa Smurf’s tongue has unerringly found her S-spot, and Smurfette begins the slow, hot, agonizing rise to ecstasy.
“Oh, make me smurf, baby, make me smurf!” she pants, each stroke of his tongue causing her to throb and clutch.
As Smurfette’s moans and cries rise in pitch higher and higher, the crowd gazes in amazement at the mighty mound of meat struggling to escape from Papa Smurf’s pants. This, then, is the legendary Trouser Titan, bulging forth in a determined attempt to split the barrier. Just when Smurfette is certain that she will die from sheer sensory overload, Papa Smurf flings off his Levis and frees the Magnificent Heat-Seeking Moisture Missile from its cradle. Maddened with blind lust, Smurfette hurls Papa Smurf to the platform and leaps shrieking into the air, landing unerringly on his Titanic Totem. Suddenly filled, Smurfette’s cunt explodes in a monster orgasm, the force of which propels her screaming into the air again and again, each time plummeting her onto the Potent Purple Pecker and triggering another climax.
Before Smurfette can achieve orbit, Papa Smurf grabs her legs and pulls her to the ground. Swiftly, he stands, pulling her to her knees. Gasping in awe, Smurfette gets a head-on view of his hard-on, glistening in the light like a war staff. The sight of this shining stud is too much for Smurfette, who immediately grabs both of Papa Smurf’s bulging balls in her hands and pulls him to her waiting mouth. With preternatural skill and primeval hunger, Smurfette devours the monster cock, licking and sucking like a starving child with an ice cream cone. His ass knotting like a sailor’s anchor rope, Papa Smurf pounds into Smurfette’s mouth with furious strokes. As he reaches his blazing climax, he forces Smurfette to take all thirteen and 7/8ths inches of blue tube steak and fires round after pulsing round of blue goo down her ravenous throat.
“Hurray!!” shouts the crowd. “Now it’s our turn!!”
Suddenly the town square erupts with scenes of azure carnality, as two hundred tiny blue asses appear in the sunlight. Two hundred raging cocks swarm toward Smurfette’s waiting and ever-willing cunt, ready to make her scream for mercy as they scream for more. Four hundred bouncing balls follow each other toward the nearest available orifice, making Smurfette wish there were more of her.
Those lucky enough to find access to Smurfette’s fabulous form begin their crazed humping, as others find their schlongs being stroked as fast as she can grab. Those whose time will come later are coming now, as their friends clutch lustily at their forbidden fruits, flinging frothy fuck-foam far and wide.
Up the ass! Down the throat! Backhand, forehand, underhand, in the armpit or behind the knee, the Smurfs erupt in a display of orgasmic prowess to shame the most devoted student of the Kama Sutra. Soon the street becomes hazardous to navigate (and navigate one must), as the square gets deeper and deeper in the collective come. Hour after hour, the orgy rampages on.
Gradually, as night falls, the screams of orgasmic ecstasy turn to the moans and sighs of deep contentment, with the occasional whimper from an over-enthusiastic sodomite.
Soon all is quiet, as Smurf helps Smurf back to Home and Preparation H. Tubes of Chap-Stick are quickly distributed to soothe aching lips, and aloe gel is applied (as are lips, if it is too stimulating) to the citizen’s members to ease the burning. As the exhausted (and completely sated) Smurfs lie in sexual stupor, gentle rains come (not them, too!) to wash away all traces of the fleshfest that was. And you wondered why Smurfs are always in such a good mood...

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