Ladies and Gentlemen, Let me introduce you to the mystery of the red panties. Red panties began on this site as a mention in our New Year’s Post by one of our own, Lu Sid. Well, the legacy continued and there have been several other mentions over the last few months.
Most notably we had some very brave (and beautiful) ladies at the Crush Party sporting Red Panties. Picture evidence below:
Now, it’s your turn.
Crush has sponsored the competition. The winner will get a $25 dollar bottle of wine for free from Gregg @ Crush. Stop by and thank him for sponsoring. Yipee!!!
The rules are: there are no rules.
You must submit a picture to GOSSIP@CVILLAIN.COM (max three pictures per person) of red panties in and around Charlottesville. Picture should be no larger than 500px wide and 500px long.
The picture can be photoshopped, people wearing red panties in real life, guys with red panties on their heads. paintings of red panties, red panties placed in funny locations around town, graffiti red pants, etc.
Use your imagination and try to make things relevant to Charlottesville. No nudity!
We will stick entries into one big thread and let the readers vote on the coolest use of red panties in Charlottesville. Winner gets the wine.
All entries must be submitted no later than March 24th at Midnight! Have fun!
Related posts:
- cVillain’s Best Photo of 2007 Competition
- Last day to submit your pictures for our best photo of 2007 contest!!!!
- Holiday House Decoration Competition
UVa grad Spitzer’s hooker booker
I’m sure she had something to do with red panties!
“The rules are: there are no rules.”
…
“No nudity!”
Make up your mind!
First rule of red panties competition: no talking about red panties competition.
Are multiple entries allowed?
B’yo if you want to stick 4 pictures into the same 500×500 thats cool, but let’s do one submission per person? cool?
The idea of nudity sounds great till the the moobies start hitting the in box-
“what has been seen cannot be unseen seen without the use of much tequila!”
No. Not cool.
I will submit if I must, but I don’t want to.
I want to uncork the idea machine and decant from the left, diggity?
Ooooor, I could pick my best for the contest and then flood the comments with non eligible entries.
Or my head could explode.
Ok, no more than 3 submissions per person? This time we are going to show the pictures without the names of the people.
I don’t care, what do others think is the best way to do it?
Wait, you did say red pantry, right?
Cool. Im on it.
How long do we have?
Sorry. It helps when one actually reads the article.
I say three per person. Nudity allowed, but linked and marked NSFW. No names!!!!
What about a pretty panel of panty perusing participants pick the perfect panty pictures for peeking peeps and perps?
Ahh, the allure of alliteration.
longest meaningful alliteration (non p words end it) gets eternal fame….
10 words – Pretty pink panties present precarious platitudes producing perplexed, punished people
Alliteration articulates an artistic and alacritous approach aimed at annotating and arranging alphabetic accoutrements as alarmingly affective alignments. Alliteration allows aspiring authors abilities above average approaches. Alliterative adroitness accentuates accomplishments (an appealing aspect appalling artistic arrangements attempt abominably). Allowing additional anterior alphanumerics, although adumbrating aesthetic accuracy, affords abortive artistic acuity. Ancient alliterations affirm archeological assertions accrediting archaic artistic alliterative ascendancy. Albeit acutely arduous, alliteration affects antonymous allegory, an absolute actualization alluding asomatous abstruse anima.
Yes, I stole this, so no eternal fame for me.
Alliterates are anal.
Alliteration’s adversaries assume absolute alliteration absurd. “After all, any arrant application as abrasive as absolute alliteration assures awkwardness and altercation”, an avid automatic alliteration antagonist alludes.
Arguments against alliteration:
-Arguably, alliterative A’s are assonant and aren’t actually authentic.
-Alliteration arouses absolute amazement amongst asinine associates.
-Average Americans absolutely abhor any (and all) alliteration.
-Alligators aren’t alliterators, although alligators are absolutely awesome.
Street succeeds; sceptics scurry.
cVillain consciously creates comtemporary contests controlling creative conquests, conspiculously conspiring cohorts continually.
(if it makes no sense my excuse is that I’m sick.)
Street sick; syntax suffers.
thor’s thread thunders thus thoroughly thrashing thoughtless theses
Panties proposed pulled, popping pink posies proffered portentously, puffy pudenda painlessly plied, petted, piping pangs pushed prodded, promised, pellmell positively pulchritudinously poured paradisaically propulsively profound, pasty pallor privately perfervidly pounced purple, pelvic play, patient, purloins passion, prelapsarian peace, peeled pears prone, possibilities pawed.
pulchritudinously
Oh come on, now.
Disco doesn’t dare designate dandiness. Wednesday’s waxings will wow with winsome winding wistfulness. Tables tempt tomorrow’s tappy toes today. Elevate erotically, emotively, elegantly and enmasse with esc at escafé!
Or not.
Princess Peppermint proposed pantyless pictures. Pillow persuaded Prince Peter Polvolnich perused Princess Peppermint pouty pertness, pointedly perplexed. Paparazzi Pauper Paul prepared precarious perches previously positioned. Papers purchased Princess’s Peppermint pantyless pictures. Pauper Paul painted Prince Peter’s Porsche purple perhaps postponing punishment permanently. Pardoned Pauper Paul purloined previously prepared papers. Purgatory postponed.
Glad to see the photo finally made it online. I suspected this was what was going on down the hall when the girls disappeared with the photographer. (My delicate sensibilities were unable to imagine anything else going on.)
Only question: what took so long?
Y’all (in this thread) are a bunch of wordsmithin’ fools.
brutus barks, besmirching boneheads before beckoning beer by barely-bellied babes.
Lys is in that picture as well
THE RULES!
its on the can in the back
Why do pictures of Cvillains always have to be of hot girls. Why don’t you ever use pictures of the fuggo Cvillains?
fuggo cVillains? Pffft! There’s no such thing. We are all beautiful. (in our own ways)
beauty is in the eye of the beholder, grape.
even I’m beautiful?
James Blunt thinks so.
He said so. Bluntly.
Hey, Thor did I win the eternal fame thing yet? Or do I have to wait till the 24th
@34 – Well of course you’re beautiful
Your panties are beautiful too.
You do, Max. I had to look up perloined to make sure things made sense!
no matter what they say?
If they say you’re not beautiful, they are grossly misinformed. Those stooges.
Now that I have eternal fame I wonder if it can trade it for a green pub crawl hat on Saturday?
@27: I’m not quite sure what you’re saying, Street, but those babes can bring me beer anytime they want. Or… I’d be happy to buy them a beer.
/glad to see the madness is over
I’m also just now reading this thread, too. The Lysol can comment, batesville hoo, GENIUS. And b yo, the James Blunt, GENIUS. I am so humbled. That sounds facetious, which sucks, but seriously, you guys make me do my manly belly laugh. Which could have been heard on 106.1 the Corner earlier when Brad played MY SONG (and me requesting it). I love you Corner.
Speaking of the word “humble,” it took me the longest time to get that it’s “humble,” not “high,” in IMHO. That is so misused.
@44 I’m never quite sure what I mean either, but know that it’s always meant in the nicest way.
Tommy Tickle The tyrant terminator took twenty three thousand tame terminators turning them, through trickery then training, to twenty three thousand treacherous terminators. Those that tilted towards treason tilted towards torment, then torture. Though the treacherous trio, Terry, Tina then Tony tried the treacherous takeover, ‘twas thwarted tragically. The terminators tied Terry, Tony then Tina to the trees, torturing them ‘till their tears tasted tomorrow.
The tyrant Tickle told the terminators
the tale that took time to tell. Time ticked then tocked, thus the tale ‘twas told. The tale taught the terminators the twenty two thousand twinkle toed, turkey tailed thespian’s terrible tenet:
Terminate Tommy Tickle
Terminate the terminators
Take their treasure
Take their tenure
This terrible tenet turned their terrible tendencies towards the thespians. Though truthfully the thespians true tenet translated:
Teach theatre
Talk theatre
Treasure theatre
Tyrant Tickle through telepathy, telephoned the
Transylvanian top ten thousand tenacious terriers, to talk them towards the twenty two thousand twinkle toed, turkey tailed thespians total termination. The tenacious terriers thought the tyrant Tickle talked terrible, treacherous twaddle. They told tyrant Tickle, then the terminators too, to turn their telepathic telephoning, treacherous tendencies towards themselves. Then the tenacious terriers telephoned Tiny Tim, the top twinkle toed turkey tailed thespian, telling Tim the treacherous terminators tried to talk them towards terminating the thespians. Tim thanked the terriers, telling them that their trust truly triumphed through testing times.
The thespians, though terrified told themselves, then Tommy Tickle that tomorrow they’d teach the treacherous terminators true, terrible terror. Then Tiny Tim telephoned twenty-two tanks. They talked theoretically, then tactically. The tanks told Tiny Tim through teamwork they’d teach the treacherous terminators true terror. The tank’s taskmaster told the thespians to tunnel trenches that they’d tease the terminators towards. Thus through trickery they’d trap them there then they’d (the tanks) trample the trapped terminators. Tiny Tim talked to the troops, the twenty two thousand turkey tailed, twinkle toed thespians, then the twenty two tanks telling them to tunnel the trenches. The thespians toiled tirelessly, tunneling the trenches. Then the tanks turned themselves towards the trenches; there they talked theatrical theory to tire themselves. Today tiptoed towards tomorrow, terror touched the troops. They tried to think tame thoughts. Tommy Tickle talked to the terminators. “Time to terrorize! Time to tarnish! Tether them then torture them. Time to totally terminate the thespians”
The twenty three thousand treacherous terminators tore towards then through twenty thousand thespians. Their talons tearing through the thespians throats, then two thousand tearful thespians turned towards the trenches, teasing the treacherous terminators towards them. The teased terminators tore towards the teasing thespians then the trenches trapped them. The tanks triumphantly trampled twenty thousand treacherous (though thick) terminators.
The tanks told Tiny Tim that the terminator’s trapped; tangled talons tore through their tyre tracks. They tried tilting then tossing themselves to the trenches tip, though they tried tirelessly, truthfully they’re trapped. Tiny Tim told the tanks that they’d tow them to the top tomorrow. The tanks thanked Tiny Tim.
Tiny Tim took the two thousand thespians to their treasured theatre; there they’d take time to think through this tragedy. The travesty truly touched Tiny Tim. Then the telephone tinkled, ‘twas Tommy Tickle tearfully talking towards truce, togetherness, then tameness. The two (Tommy Tickle, tiny Tim) though tearful talked towards the three Ts; – truce, togetherness then tameness. Then Tiny Tim told Tommy Tickle to tell the terminators “The thespians truly think the three Ts tolerable”. Tommy Tickle told Tiny Tim to tell the thespians that they “Think the three Ts transparent, therefore tremendous”.
“Truce?”
“Truce.”
Tea- time, the two troops toasted the truce then the thespians told the true tale that took time to tell. Then they tipsily tangoed ‘til tomorrow taught them true togetherness.
O.k, im a year late but hey I love alliteration! Check out Bye..my website just google Surprisngly Happy Nick.
that’s epic!
Drugs are bad, mmkay.
holy crap.
No drugs just an over active mind that needed to focus on somthing!!
The first hits from America on my website are all from Charlottesville. I must confess to knowing nothing about Charlottesville untill I stumbled accross this site and now im in love(in a respectfull way of course!!!) with Charlottesville.