Fuck não posso ver o filme do iron man sem ficar metado do tempo DAT ASS!



LOOK AT THAT FUCKING ASS!

*remix do bale out* IT'S SO FUCKING DISTRACTING! OH GOOD!

WTF I SAY WTF?!

OH PORRA EU VEJO-O.

PASSEI 15 ANOS DA MINHA VIDA NA IGNORÂNCIA DO CU MASCULINO E AGORA NÃO CONSIGO. NEM POR NADA. O MEU OLHAR VAI PARA SUL E EU NÃO CONSIGO FAZER NADA.

Mas porra se esse senhor não tem um rabiosque que daria inveja a algumas senhoras.

Não a esta senhora, mind you, mas a algumas senhoras.

Em homenagem, um excerto duma fic HijiGin sobre esta temática.

With that, he started to flounce, I mean, swagger away; the cigarette still stuck in his mouth, earning like 200 cool points along the way. He was about half way to the exit when his towel dropped.

Hijikata paused and glanced down.

"Ah."

With absolutely no emotion on his face, he bent down to scoop up the towel before continuing on his way.

Gintoki however, felt his whole world change and shift the moment that Hijikata had bent over. It was like..tasting ice cream for the first time. Like waking up to find that Santa had left you a lifetime's supply of JUMP and parfaits. Hijikata had, hands down, the best ass that Gintoki had ever seen. Despite seeing him on a somewhat regular basis and even coming into close contact with his butt a couple of times, the presence of clothes had always prevented Gintoki from realizing just what a wondrous butt it was. It was the perfect mix of hard muscle and soft contours. And when Hijikata had bent over, things had tightened and flexed in a way that made Gintoki seriously question his sexuality. And question his sexuality was exactly what he did for the rest of the whole day.

Gintoki was, by and by, a straight man. But something about that ass...girl or guy, it didn't really matter. He was in love. With that ass.
It didn't matter at all that it was attached to the single most crabby, tetchy person in the whole of Edo.

He would buy that ass anything it wanted.
He would write love letters to that ass, even if it never wrote back.
He would stand under its window and read it poetry while it rested gently on the balcony and watched him; a smile slowly spreading across its..uh, cheeks.

Starting from then on, he was obsessed. The ass was beautiful. The ass was God. To put it in hip-hop terms, that booty was bangin'.

Fic Completa

TOMATOESSSSSSSSSSSSS~

Rest in Peace, King of Pop T_T

*pôe campinhas na flor, quer dizer flores na campa*

So tu Nessi é que nao consegues ver o rabo do RDJ (leia-se Deus do Starkaismo) , que santa, fiquei o Iron Man todo a olhar (lame) até a armadura tem um DAT ASS épico

Ok ok ... o rabo dele até que é jeitozinho *não acredito que disse isto*

HAHAHAHA
RDJ tem esse efeito sobre as pessoas because he is GOD

OKOK HE'S DOG?

E pergunta: ACREDITAS QUE HÁ POTES DE OURO NO FINAL DE CADA ARCO-IRIS?

Alex-san... Ja vi qe és fã da Amane xD

Os meus headphones chamam-se deidei O\./O

Hehehehe


A gorda comprou um chapa para o Gato em forma de Osso --"


E é mais estranho que parece...

WTH estas conversas no spam tão a ficar cada vez mais esquesitas O_o

You're strange --''

Falou a pessoa má

Boas festas, boas festas...
Cantamos com alegria...
Um bom ano para todos...
Cheio de paz e harmonia...
Um bom ano para todos...
Cheio de paz e harmonia...
Estamos à vossa porta...
Cantando com alegria...
O bom Deus vos abençoe...
P'ra sempre neste dia...
O bom Deus vos abençoe...
P'ra sempre neste dia...
As pessoas desta casa...
Boas festas vimos dar...
Desejamos um bom ano...
E as janeiras cantar...
Desejamos um bom ano...
E as janeiras cantar...

Jonas O_O tu e a sunako são companheiros de bebida certo??