Pun of the day:
Lord Ringo sent to row Rodrigo Santoro.
My most beloved Rodrigo Santoro.
To prove my impassioned lust and love for him, just type “Rodrigo” and search within Cheeserland, you will see that my frequent mention about him in my blog does not even suffice to illustrate how much he means to me than just a 190cm handsome small time actor whom i secretly hope will never make it big because then i’ll have to dedicate my admiration to him together with a million of other fans, which will make me think that he’s not special anymore.
that charming boy next door every high school girl dreams of
to that damn hot can die brazillian model (so hot he can melt on my toast and i’ll eat him up topped with a sunny-side-up).
to that gaze-at-me-and-i-will-die-for-you guy from Love Actually, my MOSTEST FAVORITEST romance comedy
to that whoever-he-is-i-just-know-he-is-super-far-king-gorgeous dude from Lost Season 3 i haven’t watched
OMFC i dunno if i should hate him or love him more! He’s like… turned into a megalomaniacal Persian God-King with super kohl-rimmed eyes kao-er than Jack Sparrow, penciled eyebrow more defined than Gwen Stefani, sadomasochistic gold chains and piercings all over his beautiful and scantily-clad body plus a peculiar predilection for making people kneel before him.
AND HE REDUCED HIMSELF TO A SKIN HEAD IN METAL SWIMMING TRUNK!!!
HE’S A GAY GOD!!!
OMFC can you believe it?!? Why oh why my sugar cane sweetie pie honey muffin cheesy cupcake Santoro?!? How can you how can you how can you!
By the way, i’d think that the movie sounds better with the title “1800 packs”.
All 300 of them have super firm almost-arrow-proof six-pack abs. OMFC abs ovedose.
Gimme back my original Santoro!