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He looks so... tall. And bendy. * kathunk* |
Smiling and partially shirtless Rob. I. Am. Died. |
Wet. Rob. No other words are needed. |
Oh dear... O_ O I want to slice frickin cheese on that jaw! * drool* |
Just felt like cropping... |
Still no freaking words. I mean just... GAH! He's biting his lip! Totally undressing her in his mind. |
There are no words. At. Freaking. All! |
Okay, yes, I DO prefer him blonde, but still, I mean, daaamn! |
LOL! |
Ahahaha! |
The only worthy response for this: * drool* |
LMAO!! |
Drooling a bucket now. |
Again, about the pitchfork... |
Yes indeedy! : D |
I've gotten out a pitchfork due to my jealousy... |
I am still rendered speechless... |
Uhh... yeah, 'nough said. |
For Memorial Day and other American holidays. : D |
I have nothing to say but: if you'll excuse me I'm going to go melt into a puddle. |
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