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lifewithdavefarts · 2 years

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DaveFarts - Episode 21 “No Fart Run”[Episode List]

After having a couple of beers, Tim challenges Dave to do a “no death” run on a particularly hard and fast-paced game. He gladly accepts the challenge, on the condition that Tim has to watch the entire run… while having his head dangerously close to Dave’s denim ass.

POV: Tim

No Fart Run

“…and the last one of our so-called friends just ditched us for, I quote, Leopardy!” I said, reading a message on my phone, commenting our bud Adam’s excuse for not wanting do anything tonight, Friday night, of all days.

Since the original plan was going out, Dave was wearing a grey t-shirt and a pair of dark blue jeans, whereas I had a white t-shirt and some sweatpants on, ‘cause I knew our buds were gonna ditch us at the last second so I didn’t even bother to change into something more appropriate for going out.

Truth to be told, there was a shitty weather outside and we all didn’t have anything big planned anyway, just a beer together at the usual place, as a way to wash the busy week away with some alcohol. To be honest, I don’t mind being at home, but I’m still going to make fun of everyone for being this lazy (though Leopardy! is that good, yes, I said it), despite being the king of lazy people myself.

My friend and roommate Dave wasn’t any less lazy than me, so yes we were both not-so-secretly relieved that we were going to spend the night at home just chillin’ and resting, so much so that as I read Adam’s message to my roomie, he immediately threw a can of beer at me. We had a good laugh about our “synchronized laziness” (in the form of mild alcoholism apparently), and we just headed for our beloved couch in the living room, discussing on what trashy movie we could watch together.

“Maybe Dana can join us.” I suggested.

“Oh. Am I not enough for you?” Dave said, jokingly offended.

“Sadly, no. Daddy’s hungry…” I replied, sounding as dumb as him.

He looked at me unimpressed. “Dana’s not in town anyway. That means you’re all mine.”

We both took a sip of beer and sat on the couch, Dave putting his feet on the coffee table in front of us. The TV was ON so we just mindlessly watched it while commenting the images on the screen, with my roomie sometimes replying with a very mature belch. We were just chillin’, we didn’t even need to put a trashy move on since almost all TV was trash anyway (except for Leopardy!, I must agree).

“By the way.” I said, changing the subject of our symposium. “I almost finished RunGun without dying.”

Calm down, ladies and gentlemen.

Both me and Dave are avid gamers, each of us having a particular set of skills. Maybe I shouldn’t even brag about this but we are pretty good, the bro sitting next to me especially.

RunGun is a deceptively simple game running on the fairly recent Play 4 (my main gaming console, which I brought here from my previous apartment), and it’s one of those “hard to master”, addicting, fast-paced platformers, you know the ones, with some shoot’em up elements thrown into it. It’s retro but also modern and we both enjoy it a lot, unsurprisingly. It’s not long, but it provides a tense challenge (just like my dick -this was a joke, laugh).

While we did beat the game and got an ending, we’ve both been trying to finish it as fast and as flawlessly as possible. However, being busy with our respective lives and jobs makes it hard to practice as much as we would have normally done with games like these.

“I’m impressed!” Dave replied, taking a big sip of beer, his way to propose a toast I guess. “Me too, actually. There’s a tricky saw cutter section in the final level that always gets me. And the boss is pretty tough too.”

Of course that implies that Dave only died in the final level, whereas I died a couple of times through the game, AND in the final level. As I said, he’s often a bit better than me.

“Well, I’m the one who’s impressed.” it was my turn to drink some beer in honour of someone’s skills.

“I think I can beat it with just a bit more practice. It’s doable.” he then said, reaching for the white gamepad on the coffee table, turning the console ON.

Looks like we were going to have a good old gaming night just the two of us, as it’s not like we had anything better to do, despite drinking. My mind went to the night Dave found out about my fart kink, in the worst (or best?) possible way. A night that was actually similar to this one, as it all happened while we were gaming.

It was almost one year ago and we weren’t even roommates back then; time sure flies!

“You go first, handsome.” he said, handing the gamepad to me. “Let’s see those skills in action.”

As good as I am, I do tend to get a bit nervous when I do something while someone watches, even gaming sadly, but it’s all good. It’s just Dave, and RunGun, with all of its difficulty spikes (and, often, literally spikes), was all about memory so I wasn’t gonna embarrass myself too much.

I breezed through the first few levels, easily defeating the mobs and the main bosses, even achieving some new personal records in the process; Dave occasionally complimented my skills and, while still making fun of me, was genuinely interested in seeing me pulling off the infamous “no death” run we were both trying to achieve.

“I swear if you dodge that giant hammer I’m gonna suck you off.” he joked.

Indeed, I dodged that and the rest of the level’s hazards quite easily, which prompted Dave to leap towards me to reach for my crotch (without actually touching it), his very mature way to root for me. He quickly resumed his previous position on the couch and kept watching.

For the last couple of levels I played much more carefully, occasionally getting hit (you have a couple of HPs luckily).

“Here come the fuckin’ saws…” I said, referring to the hazards my bro mentioned earlier.

I was sweating. Those circular blades were pretty common obstacles in the game, but in the final level they moved in different, disorienting patterns which would easily confuse anyone, kind of unfair game design we’re sure.

“You gotta jump over that one!”

“What do you think I’m trying to do?!”

Things got unsurprisingly tense indeed.

But despite doing my best… the game made the “DEAD :(” screen flash on the screen, before quickly re-loading to the last checkpoint. The saw cutter right before the final boss got me. Jumping over that is NOT the solution…

“Fuck!” I said, frustrated but oddly relieved that it was over.

It’s a short game if you speedrun through it as I said, but ~20 minutes felt like hours.

“I need another beer. Want some?” I said, standing up and heading to the kitchen, before waiting for the obvious answer, which came in the form of a “Yes.” said through a loud belch.

“That was a good run, man.” I heard Dave normally say from the other room. “Well, up until you failed miserably.”

I laughed. “Only one death, bro.”

I came back with alcohol; sat next to him and handed him a can of beer. We both took a sip.

“Impressive! But shouldn’t the death counter say zero?” he mocked me.

“Oh you wanna compare our death counters?” I played along, navigating the game menu.

Indeed, the counter had Dave at 3 deaths while I only had 1.

“Ohhh you actually went there. You grew a pair. In your 20s!” he said, laughing. “Congratulations, such a late-bloomer.”

“Shut up and swallow the truth.” I flexed.

“Shut up and pull my finger.”

Why do I even flex when I’m a guy who’s getting farted on by my bro… and enjoys it?!

Dave extended his arm to me so I could pull his index finger, knowing exactly that it was a low blow, as I went silent immediately, a reaction that made him laugh.

“Ohhh you’re done talking now?” he mocked me, with a smirk. He wasn’t being malicious of course. “I’ll just pull it myself…”

And he did. Dave was sitting on the other side of the couch with his legs resting on the coffe table (his feet sporting a pair of surprisingly colorful socks), one stretched, one bent, so I could see a good portion of his loose denim ass, which I actually managed to ignore until now. Indeed a fart came out the moment he pulled his own finger, and it was as loud as they come, not very long though. It did sound (and reek) powered by beer, but my bro is always gassy and I’m sure that the mere act of breathing is fuel for his blasts.

“See? That’s the one thing you’re good at!” I promptly said, commenting the fart, still making fun of his death counter.

“Oh you know what?” that smirk again. “Give me that thing.” he reached for the gamepad and started a new run.

“Challenge accepted?” I remarked.

“Watch and learn.” he then turned to me, before actually starting a new run. “Also…”

Dave adjusted his position on the couch, without taking his feet and legs off the small table. He bent his left leg (the one closer to me) up a bit more and pulled his ass back a few inches.

“You’re getting front row tickets.” he laughed.

To my surprise, he gestured towards his bent leg, literally inviting me to, well, squeeze my head under it so my face would end up in front of his denim ass. What the fuck.

“W-what?” I stuttered. As usual, Dave simply laughed at my awkwardness.

“Come on: it’s a win-win scenario for you.”

I both love and hate how Dave is so chill and comfortable around my kink and I do wonder what he actually meant with that. He lifted his left leg up a bit more, his way to insist with his… peculiar invitation, and to ease my way in.

Speechless, I simply obeyed. I lied down towards my bud, squeezed my head under his leg and as expected I ended up in front of that wall of jeans, directly facing the blue denim fabric around my bro’s powerful ass. The stench from his previous rip was still somewhat there, but I tried not to inhale too much. His ass was overwhelming to me in that pose, but I could still see Dave’s face however, staring down at me, trying his best not to laugh.

How is he letting me do this is beyond me, but I appreciated.

“Bro, the game’s the other way.” he simply said, with a smirk. “Contain your thirst.”

Damn, I felt so stupid, but in my defense… anyone would be awkward around my bro sometimes: he being so chill and open-minded is… disorienting, much like the late-game hazards of RunGun.

Without saying anything to further embarrass myself, I turned around, facing the opposite direction. Despite being with my head under Dave’s leg, I still had a good view of the TV, right beyond my bro’s feet resting on the table, which wasn’t tall enough to block my view. So there I was, lying on the couch, with the back of my head brushing against Dave’s denim ass. I wouldn’t compare this situation to “getting a front-row ticket”, but I guess I deserve this.

If I truly had to watch his entire run like this, that meant that I was gonna have my head dangerously close to his ass for the next 20~ minutes, a treat and threat at the same time!

“By the way, if I get a Game Over, you get blasted.” he stated. I could sense his usual smirk through his words.

I don’t like this gimmick. Dave was good at the game so I couldn’t rule out that he was gonna die on purpose just to mess with me. So here I was in the tense in situation in which, on one hand, I was rooting for him to beat the game flawlessly… on the other, and I know this will make me sound indeed thirsty… I did want him to blast me.

Nonetheless, I watched my friend playing as if that was the most normal situation we both ever experienced. Just like me, he breezed through the first couple of levels, even faster than me, but each 2-3 levels you gotta face a boss: they’re mostly pushovers but when you’re in a rush, they can and will kill you instantly.

Dave was really good at RunGun and this first boss acts as a filter for most gamers. This giant enemy crab (a reference to a certain meme I’m sure) was actually fairly easy once you knew how to face it, but it still could cast one particular attack that was almost impossible to dodge… and indeed it was gonna do it, charging his laser beam.

“Get on the right side of the arena, quick!” I suggested, ‘cause I knew there was a safe spot there.

Dave laughed. “Sorry dude, from my point of view it looked like the voice came straight out of my ass.”

I mean… he’s not wrong. Either way, my bro followed his butt’s suggestion and indeed he ended up winning the fight fast, easily and unscratched. A portal for the next world appeared, but before Dave could step into it I noticed him lifting his left leg in real life.

I braced for impact. He didn’t die but of course he was still gonna blast me one way or another. I even closed my eyes, but the sound I heard were not the ones of a fart being ripped… but rather one being sucked in.

He could fart on command, something that he doesn’t do often but I guess he wanted to showoff so, still facing away from his denim ass, I once again expected my entire head to be blasted by one of my bro’s farts.

But once again, after a couple of seconds of air being sucked in, nothing came out. The leg went down as it was before, and Dave resumed playing as if nothing happened.

What kind of mind tricks was he playing?! He sucked air in, so I knew there was a fart brewing right behind me. I felt like there was some wild, dangerous beast waiting to land a surprise attack on me, but I tried to focus on the game and, truth to be told, Dave’s skills were a sight to behold.

He was fast, he had great reflexes, he practiced a lot but he was so good I couldn’t help to compliment the way he was speedrunning through the game, while occasionally making fun of how lucky he was being, something that he reluctantly admitted.

Boss #2, some kind of giant evil butterfly, but honestly a cakewalk for both of us.

“World 3 already, no deaths. Scared, Tim?” he jokingly asked.

I turned around to face him… well, in theory, as I was facing his denim ass instead, but before I could properly respond, he lifted his leg again. I ended up with my nose being tickled by the fabric of his denim as more air was being sucked in: a weird sensation, but I was surprised. Dave looked down at me with a silly smile, as if he too had no idea what was gonna happen next. I wanted to ask, but again, his leg went down. He then pointed at the TV, so I faced the other way, my eyes once again glued on RunGun.

But I wasn’t very focused this time.

I could sense his ass behind me being, well, charged. I swear I could hear the gas he sucked in trying to come out, like a dormant volcano reaching its breaking point; and after Boss #3 went down, I heard more air being swallowed by my friend’s ass, thus confirming the pattern I was suspecting: Dave was gonna suck more and more air in each time he’d beat a boss… and there are 8 of them.

Dave was playing RunGun… but he was also playing a mind game with me I swear. For me this was like an endurance test of some sorts: I really wanted him to win the game without dying but at the same I couldn’t help but to be eager to hear what the fart he was charging up sounded like.

My heart started racing fasted as he defeated yet another boss… while having only 1HP left!

“Oof. That was close, ammirite?” he said, laughing. What a teasing bastard (but I cannot complain)!

He moved a bit, just to nudge the back of my head with his ass.

“What’s the matter, Tim? Is something bothering you? Why don’t you turn around and tell me ahah?”

Again, my roommate wasn’t being malicious in any way, but at this point he was clearly amused by the whole situation: I knew that he was brewing a big one, just like he knew that I wanted him to blast me with that. I guess that teasing me was something that he found hilarious, and given my awkwardness and how admittedly weird my kink is, I couldn’t blame him.

More bosses went down, and more and more air got sucked in by the ass behind me. How Dave managed to store all of that gas was beyond me. He didn’t even flinch, he was holding it in like a pro. And a pro indeed he was at RunGun as well, as he finally reached the final world.

He adjusted his position a bit, as if I wasn’t even there, because shit got serious.

“Alright, if you got any suggestion I’m willing to listen.” he said, while sprinting through the level.

I fully paid attention to the game this time, the scar of my previous defeat still hurting. Dave dodged a dozen of saw blades but he was clearly having a hard time now: that final series of hazards would make anyone sweat.

“Listen to me, listen to your ass!” I joked, referencing what he said before. “If you want to dodge that fucking final blade, don’t jump above it: run under it as it falls.”

“That’s crazy…” he paused for a moment, his character on the screen doing the same. “I’m gonna do it. If I lose it’s your fault.”

“You’re not going to, trust me!”

This was one of the most tense moments in our lives (yes, sad lives). My bro displayed once again an impressive set of skills but he did follow my suggestion… and he beat the level. I was kind of mad that I didn’t think of doing that during my run, but I was happy that he reached the final boss. It was hard, but nothing compared to the level before it.

“FUCK YEEEEES” we both yelled as the boss went down, because we’re very mature adult men.

The arena was empty and one last, bigger, more eventful portal appeared. We… well, he did it, he successfully finished a “no death” run of RunGun, something that we tried to do for weeks. I was smiling like an idiot.

And respecting the established pattern, Dave sucked more air in, this time for dozens of seconds.

I actually tried to move my head away but his leg held me in position.

I didn’t understand, so I turned around to face him and his ass, after he finished charging up.

“Dude. You didn’t die once!” I said. “You don’t have to do it.”

He just laughed. “Who said anything about dying?”

I faced the TV again and… “Game Over” was written on the screen. And then I remembered: that text would appear even if you successfully finish game. Bunch of bastards, both Dave and the game.

I slowly turned around, as if I was heading for a death sentence… and given what that ass had in store for me, what my bro was capable of when it came to farting… that would very well be the case. My entire face was again overwhelmed by that wall of denim, the dark blue fabric tickling my nose. Dave had that silly smirk drawn on his face, staring down at me: this was both a treat and a revenge.

“Looks like I’m good at both, dude.” he stated, holding his gamepad up so I could see it. “So…” he then said, while extending his arm to me. “Are you gonna pull my finger now?” he laughed.

I wasn’t really in the position to do that, as I was lying down with my face planted in his ass.

“You know what? I’ll just do it myself again, tsk.”

And then I felt him push, his denim ass in front of me getting even closer. This time I didn’t have to brace for the impact, because the beast did land its surprise attack in the end.

A thunder, a sudden thunder, that’s how I can describe it. Imagine a deep-sounding fart stock sound, only louder, manlier, prouder. I’m surprised his jeans could withstand such force of nature. My head was shaking and the blast almost forced me to close my eyes, but I didn’t want to, I wanted to see that beautiful sight of my friend’s denim ass. Dave’s facial expression was the one of someone visibly ripping a powerful, hard-to-tame fart, because that’s what it was: my bro was the fart master but this time even he had a hard time containing such an enormous blast in; after all, he sucked so much air that I’m surprised his ass didn’t explode before.

And speaking of hard, I too had a hard time containing something in: unlike Dave’s ass, my dick was gonna explode for sure. I instinctively rubbed the tent I pitched in my sweatpants against on the couch, effectively having a sexual intercourse with Dave’s fart.

I didn’t know how much time passed: 10 seconds? 20 seconds? The fart was still going strong and the more it kept going, the more I planted my face into my friend’s ass, fully embracing the literal vibrations through the denim. The stench was there, I’m sure it was a mixture of natural beer farts and on-command ones, and the sound reflected that mixture, as the impressive display of flatulence sounded both “meat-y” and “air-y”. With Dave around you have no choice but to get good at distinguishing what kind of farts he’s ripping, regardless of the kink.

The fart was deep-sounding but for a couple of seconds it went higher-pitched and even louder, to which Dave reacted with a genuinely surprised look, while still trying hard not to laugh like an idiot.

40 seconds perhaps? I swear this was Dave’s longest fart since he found out about my fetish. I felt completely overwhelmed as my sweaty face was basically now almost under that roaring ass, the fart messing with my eardrums and making my entire head shake due to its sheer power.

I’ll never be thankful enough to our buds for ditching us at the last second, considering this was the direct result of a lazy Friday night, turned into a beer-fueled gaming night. But I guess Dave didn’t mind either, as this was amusing to him. I was so thankful to him for accepting me but I would have never thought that he’d be this chill, and go this far to just, well, destroy my face with his well-known farts.

Probably one minute passed and, once again proving how far my friend would go, he lifted his ass, without interrupting the continuous long fart, and simply sat on my entire head, all while the blast kept going.

His ass was basically smothering me now, but dear God this was an incredible experience. I was sweating and the hot fart coming from Dave’s ass didn’t help at all, not counting how the fabric of his jeans was warm and rough. I just let my bro fully crush me, as my face was becoming one with the couch under Dave’s weight.

After 20 more seconds, the fart seemingly started to lose some power, but it wasn’t over yet: it wasn’t as loud as before but I felt Dave pushing harder, as if he wanted to make sure he ripped every particle of gas he sucked in, making the fart as last long as he could in the process.

The smell was almost unbearable now, further proof that whatever was being ripped all over me was a mix of natural gas and on command. I love how this started as a chill, deathless speedrun of RunGun, and now here I mean, technically trying not to die in real life under my friend’s denim ass, getting blasted by the longest fart I ever heard. And I also heard Dave laugh as he leaned a bit, amused by how much he was farting himself.

“Almost done man…” he muttered, but I could barely hear him over the sounds his ass was making.

He pushed more and more, slowly leaning to ease the remaining gas out. I was covered in sweat and my nostrils were burning. Saying “this is hot” is an understatement: I felt lucky, really lucky, to have my bro do this to me. I stared at that jeans ass still erupting the fart out, closely inspecting the seams and textures of the fabric: how much time, in the last year, I spent my time here, under or in front of Dave’s ass? We definitely need a fart counter more than a death one.

Dave finally resumed his previous pose, stretching his legs on the table, not sitting directly on my head anymore, and lifted his left leg to finally let me go, but not before pushing hard one last time, ending his impressive fart with a loud, long toot.

Finally, silence.

“…wait!”

Incredibly enough, Dave managed to rip yet another, one last loud fart, but at this point my ears were so used to that sound that it felt like the natural continuation of the previous one, which probably was anyway. 7 more seconds and finally, at long last, that impressive display of manly gas ended. I swear it probably lasted around 3 minutes, it’s incredible.

I carefully moved my head away now, with my friend letting me go, no legs holding me down this time. I could catch a glimpse of Dave’s usual smirk: he was just proud of his own skills, both at the game and as a farter. I guess he wanted to teach me a lesson after I made fun of him, like a real bro would do after all.

“I don’t know if I should thank you or not at this point.” I sincerely said, smiling, as I sat on my side of the couch.

Dave carried on as if nothing weird happened between us. “You should be thankful I let you survive that.” he joked, rightfully bragging about his fart skills. “And that I’m not making fun of your death count of course.”

“Yeah… I think I completely lost any bragging rights tonight.” we both had a good laugh.

“Well, you’re still the gayest person in the room.”

“Says the guy who lets plant my face in his ass.” I sounded snarky, but it’s a miracle I wasn’t a stuttering mess saying this.

“Another thing you should be thankful for!” he laughed at my comment, throwing his empty can of beer at me.

“I’m gonna get some more.”

I didn’t even try to hide my boner this time. I was indeed simply thankful that Dave was so chill, maybe too much, if that’s even possible. As I opened the fridge to get more beers, enjoying the cold breeze, I heard my bro talking from the other room.

“Well, would you look at that…” he said, probably checking something on his phone. “They’re gonna make RunGun 2!”

His comment was followed by a quick, short and loud fart which, given what I just experienced, definitely sounded like a treat.

And I couldn’t be more thankful indeed.

End of Episode 21

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Jasa Ekspedisi Makassar Pulang Pisau – Wexpedis Express adalah salah satu solusi bagi Para pencari Jasa ekspedisi yang ingin mengirim barangnya dari Kota Makassar ke Kabupaten Pulang Pisau. Wexpedisi berpusat kantor di Makassar Provinsi Sulawesi Selatan, Tepatnya di Ruko kompleks Insignia BTP NO B9. Jika ingin mendapatkan informasi lebih jelasnya maka hubungi Kontak Admin Kami 0852-1377-7797. Kami siap menjawab dan membantu Bapak/Ibu terkait soal pengiriman Barang dari Kota Makassar ke Kabupaten Pulang Pisau.

Nah, jika Bapak/Ibu belum tahu daftar nama Kecamatan dan kelurahan yang menjadi lokasi pengiriman barang Bapak/Ibu maka bisa melihat daftar nama kecamatan serta kelurahan yang ada dibawah ini:

1. Kecamatan Banama Tingang Desa/Kelurahan Bawan Desa/Kelurahan Guha Desa/Kelurahan Hanua Desa/Kelurahan Hurung Desa/Kelurahan Kasali Baru Desa/Kelurahan Lawang Uru Desa/Kelurahan Manen Kaleka Desa/Kelurahan Manen Paduran Desa/Kelurahan Pahawan Desa/Kelurahan Pandawei Desa/Kelurahan Pangi Desa/Kelurahan Ramang Desa/Kelurahan Tambak Desa/Kelurahan Tangkahen Desa/Kelurahan Tumbang Tarusan 2. Kecamatan Jabiren Raya Desa/Kelurahan Garung (Garong) Desa/Kelurahan Henda Desa/Kelurahan Jabiren Desa/Kelurahan Pilang Desa/Kelurahan Saka Kajang Desa/Kelurahan Simpur Desa/Kelurahan Tanjung Taruna Desa/Kelurahan Tumbang Nusa 3. Kecamatan Kahayan Hilir Desa/Kelurahan Pulang Pisau Desa/Kelurahan Gohong Desa/Kelurahan Kalawa Desa/Kelurahan Anjir Pulang Pisau Desa/Kelurahan Mintin Desa/Kelurahan Buntoi Desa/Kelurahan Mantaren I Desa/Kelurahan Mantaren II 4. Kecamatan Kahayan Kuala Desa/Kelurahan Bahaur Hilir Desa/Kelurahan Bahaur Hulu Desa/Kelurahan Bahaur Tengah Desa/Kelurahan Camatan (Cematan) Desa/Kelurahan Kiapak Desa/Kelurahan Sei/Sungai Barunai (Papuyu II) Desa/Kelurahan Sei/Sungai Pasanan (Papuyu I) Desa/Kelurahan Sei/Sungai Pudak (Papuyu III) Desa/Kelurahan Sei/Sungai Rungun Desa/Kelurahan Tanjung Perawan 5. Kecamatan Kahayan Tengah Desa/Kelurahan Bahu Palawa Desa/Kelurahan Balukun Desa/Kelurahan Bareng Rambang Desa/Kelurahan Bukit Bamba Desa/Kelurahan Bukit Liti Desa/Kelurahan Bukit Rawi Desa/Kelurahan Pamarunan Desa/Kelurahan Parahangan Desa/Kelurahan Penda Barania Desa/Kelurahan Petuk Liti Desa/Kelurahan Sigi Desa/Kelurahan Tahawa Desa/Kelurahan Tanjung Sangalang Desa/Kelurahan Tuwung 6. Kecamatan Maliku Desa/Kelurahan Badirih Desa/Kelurahan Gandang Desa/Kelurahan Garantung Desa/Kelurahan Kanamit Desa/Kelurahan Kanamit Barat Desa/Kelurahan Kanamit Jaya Desa/Kelurahan Maliku Baru Desa/Kelurahan Purwodadi Desa/Kelurahan Sei/Sungai Baru Tewu Desa/Kelurahan Sidodadi Desa/Kelurahan Tahai Baru Desa/Kelurahan Tahai Jaya Desa/Kelurahan Wonoagung 7. Kecamatan Pandih Batu Desa/Kelurahan Belanti Siam Desa/Kelurahan Dandang Desa/Kelurahan Gadabung Desa/Kelurahan Kantan Atas Desa/Kelurahan Kantan Dalam Desa/Kelurahan Kantan Muara Desa/Kelurahan Karya Bersama Desa/Kelurahan Mulyasari (Mulia Sari) Desa/Kelurahan Pangkoh Hilir Desa/Kelurahan Pangkoh Hulu Desa/Kelurahan Pangkoh Sari Desa/Kelurahan Pantik Desa/Kelurahan Sanggang Desa/Kelurahan Talio Desa/Kelurahan Talio Hulu Desa/Kelurahan Talio Muara 8. Kecamatan Sebangau Kuala Desa/Kelurahan Mekar Jaya Desa/Kelurahan Paduran Sabangau Desa/Kelurahan Panduran Mulya Desa/Kelurahan Sebangau Jaya Desa/Kelurahan Sebangau Mulya Desa/Kelurahan Sebangau Permai Desa/Kelurahan Sei/Sungai Bakau Desa/Kelurahan Sei/Sungai Hambawang

Apakah Bapak/Ibu sudah menentukan lokasi pengiriman barang dari Makasar tujuan Kabupaten Pulang Pisau. Jika sudah Kami pihak Wexpedisi Express mampu menjadi expedisi andalan Bapak/Ibu untuk masalah kiriman barang. Terima kasih telah meluangkan waktu untuk membaca sedikit tulisan kami semoga bermanfaat *Salam sukses*

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