Bob Motherfucking Bryar, ladies and gentlemen. How is that so hot? How is
he so hot? Jesus
fuck. I have had the tab open with this picture for a while now, and I'm still stuck on speechless flailing.
I told
ficbyzee a few minutes ago that my plans for dealing with my gross and cranky sick mood today involved ice cream and wanting to write porn. Those plans have changed. Now my goals are to get ice cream and write porn ABOUT BOB BRYAR. Possibly involving hair-tugging. Uh, yes.
BOB BRYAR. ♥__♥
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23/1/08 01:41 (UTC)...wait, this is livejournal. 'Inappropriate' doesn't exist.
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23/1/08 02:18 (UTC)I want you to know that I am little and I bite kneecaps. Stick with me and we may take down the whole line togetherI am late to this line, it seems. This makes me sad.(no subject)
23/1/08 03:24 (UTC)I am tall and enjoy moshing. We might have a chance of steamrolling straight to the front.I mean, HI!(no subject)
23/1/08 03:36 (UTC)I AM DOWN FOR THATIt is nice to meet you. Next time we meet in this line, I'll bring you a smoothie... Because I usually come with gifts for those that I like.(no subject)
23/1/08 04:08 (UTC)Look out world! \o/Ooh, smoothies. I'll bring my emergency stash of gourment potato chips.(no subject)
23/1/08 07:59 (UTC)secretly plotting to take down the linemaking friends in the line to get Bob in our pants, we are well on our way to having a makeshift dinner party. This post is made of win.(no subject)
23/1/08 08:48 (UTC)insanewell-adjusted individuals.And because this is almost as awesome as Bob...Bunny Marie Way doing some reading:
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