It's been too long...
Since I am incapable or writing a fic, I decided I'd share my favorite pictures with all of you.
Be warned, 100+ of the finest in the world.
Also, surprise, I am definitely a big Gaz/ Becks/ Scholesy/ Ole/ Giggsy person.
First off, I love this picture for a billion reasons, but the fact that this game was on my birthday makes it that much sweeter and makes it deservingly first.
*smoooooosh*
Sometimes we get bored.
OH HAI BFF.
Apparently we like to bring our bffs 5 seconds from turning blue.
I am convinced that lump in the comforter is Gaz, oooops.
This child is the product of the picture aforementioned.
Together we lift mighty heavy things. [I HOPE YOU PICKED UP ON THAT.]
Again, poor Scholesy is half-way dead.
We tend to look adorable.
20LEGEND.
Good times.
Random Fletch, HAI.
To deal with the gay tendencies of C Ron, Scholesy must tip back on the bottle.
Look snazzy as always.
Gaz always wants in on everyone's action.
God has seen himself in the trophy and in the moment, kissed himself for being so great.
Sometimes we just forget everything and beam.
Smoking is a no-no, unless it's after sex with my bffs.
Gaz: When I wake up in the morning, I MUST piss glitter because I'm so fabulous.
When we were bebes.
The bird has flown in from Madeira.
Next Christmas, you should frequent Children's Hospital of Philadelphia, FYI.
Imagine this as a child, this is how the said child would be lifted. Sort of like Simba in the Lion King.
C Ron's trying to get in Wazza's pant like always.
GAZ IS BACK, SHOW 'EM HOW IT'S DONE.
Aww Scholesy.
C Ron is not enthused.
Judgment time and of course the great one appears.
No one knows where these props come from, but we all find it hilarious.
Wazza being awesome, you know.
No one can blame C Ron for checking out that fine piece of Englishman.
Ily Tevez.
Gaz and the Ginger.
Bffs like you could never imagine.
Hey babeh.
Sometimes we're tired but we push on through.
Who the FUCK keeps their shoes this damn white?!?!?! Did he buy them that morning? They look like [HAHAHAHAHAH] he beamed down from heaven for the event.
We tend to turn our back on the sexual tension between the Irishman and Portuguese beauty.
Ole is preparing for a long right...
Rio dresses up, Gaz looks fine in WHATEVER.
O hai, when we 12[jk] and still roving around on barely there muscle.
No words, just sounds.
Giggsy: Go bitch, get the ball.
We must be excited.
Not totally sure but I could possibly slide my face into his mouth. JK.
Practice makes perfect.
But Mr. Perfect never needs practice.
Gary 'the Law' Neville.
You can't catch him, he's faster than Superman.
Showing off the best leg mucles known to man.
Hair goes everywhere unlike his bf Becks.
Now we soak in our greatness.
On the prowl.
Spifffffffy!
Gaz: All right, I'll hobble out and show 'em how it's done.
Sharper than cheddar jack cheese.
*no words, sounds.*
Like I said, we must be in everyone's business.
Beard. JKJK.
You tell 'em!
Stretch it out, we know you get sore from extra time.
Blind much?
*thank you God.*
Mmmmhmmm.
Go Diego Do!
C Ron/ Wazza sandwich.
Timeless.
Like the Ginger Prince, we must make ourself appear to be tall.
My ovaries are GONE.
Guhh.
Wet Gaz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Legends of Man United.
Great with kids because Wazza still acts like one. <3
They wish they had the rocks in their ears too.
BACK WHERE IT BELONGS.
Bffs like no other.
Becks is showstoppin'.
*squeeeeeeeeee!*
Gaz: Stop drinking that shiße, it tires you out.
Becks: Whatev, you know I've got loads of endurance.
NO. NO. NO. DO NOT DO THAT.
Bffs since we had gangly legs.
My regenerated ovaries have exploaded and will not be joining us again.
We pick ourselves up..
Gaz: Don't worry, I can fix youit.
PRAISE THE LAWD, SWEET JEEEEEEEEEZUS.
When Becks left, the Beauty tried to fill the void to no avail.
Ily.
Clap it out.
OLE GAZ, YES YES YES.
Class plus looks.
Gaz: Thank you for making me the Gazfather.
Self-lovin'.
This girl interrupted a very important moment and Gaz is a little pissed.
WE B NAUGHTY.
HAHAHAH, NO WORDS.
Oh yes, oh yes.
Smack that ass up on the flo.
Becks and that ridiculous skull cap that covers his eyebrows.
Gaz: *giggle* No stop, SERIOUSLY.
It's okay, I understand.
Home of our Solskjaer.
One of the rightful owners.
Seriously?
I guess so.
Lucky lucky lucky.
Giggsy tends to impress all with his ride.
OMFG FERGIE!
Don't cry, we can't be emotional.
Seriously, what the hell, WE WON.
MUCH BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!
The gaffer joins in for the first [most definitely not the last] time.
Ring 'em in Gaz.
THE OWNER.
Fuckin' Getty Images and their watermarks.
BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFS.
C Ron has no idea how lucky his body is.
You see that beautiful Englishman? They don't make them like that anymore.
Ridic hair Carlos.
Get it bff.
Ole playing God.
THERE, THERE.
Getting the job done right.
Gaz is excited!!!
Awful colored sweater, bff.
Oh captain gorgeous.
Someone's red-nosin' but I won't say who.
C Ron is so excited to see God beam down!
♥
Class & greatness bestowed upon them.
Best hat.
I'M LOVIN' IT.
Giggsy can't shy away from his one true love.
Happiness all around!
Anderson is being the man!
Be warned, 100+ of the finest in the world.
Also, surprise, I am definitely a big Gaz/ Becks/ Scholesy/ Ole/ Giggsy person.
First off, I love this picture for a billion reasons, but the fact that this game was on my birthday makes it that much sweeter and makes it deservingly first.
*smoooooosh*
Sometimes we get bored.
OH HAI BFF.
Apparently we like to bring our bffs 5 seconds from turning blue.
I am convinced that lump in the comforter is Gaz, oooops.
This child is the product of the picture aforementioned.
Together we lift mighty heavy things. [I HOPE YOU PICKED UP ON THAT.]
Again, poor Scholesy is half-way dead.
We tend to look adorable.
20LEGEND.
Good times.
Random Fletch, HAI.
To deal with the gay tendencies of C Ron, Scholesy must tip back on the bottle.
Look snazzy as always.
Gaz always wants in on everyone's action.
God has seen himself in the trophy and in the moment, kissed himself for being so great.
Sometimes we just forget everything and beam.
Smoking is a no-no, unless it's after sex with my bffs.
Gaz: When I wake up in the morning, I MUST piss glitter because I'm so fabulous.
When we were bebes.
The bird has flown in from Madeira.
Next Christmas, you should frequent Children's Hospital of Philadelphia, FYI.
Imagine this as a child, this is how the said child would be lifted. Sort of like Simba in the Lion King.
C Ron's trying to get in Wazza's pant like always.
GAZ IS BACK, SHOW 'EM HOW IT'S DONE.
Aww Scholesy.
C Ron is not enthused.
Judgment time and of course the great one appears.
No one knows where these props come from, but we all find it hilarious.
Wazza being awesome, you know.
No one can blame C Ron for checking out that fine piece of Englishman.
Ily Tevez.
Gaz and the Ginger.
Bffs like you could never imagine.
Hey babeh.
Sometimes we're tired but we push on through.
Who the FUCK keeps their shoes this damn white?!?!?! Did he buy them that morning? They look like [HAHAHAHAHAH] he beamed down from heaven for the event.
We tend to turn our back on the sexual tension between the Irishman and Portuguese beauty.
Ole is preparing for a long right...
Rio dresses up, Gaz looks fine in WHATEVER.
O hai, when we 12[jk] and still roving around on barely there muscle.
No words, just sounds.
Giggsy: Go bitch, get the ball.
We must be excited.
Not totally sure but I could possibly slide my face into his mouth. JK.
Practice makes perfect.
But Mr. Perfect never needs practice.
Gary 'the Law' Neville.
You can't catch him, he's faster than Superman.
Showing off the best leg mucles known to man.
Hair goes everywhere unlike his bf Becks.
Now we soak in our greatness.
On the prowl.
Spifffffffy!
Gaz: All right, I'll hobble out and show 'em how it's done.
Sharper than cheddar jack cheese.
*no words, sounds.*
Like I said, we must be in everyone's business.
Beard. JKJK.
You tell 'em!
Stretch it out, we know you get sore from extra time.
Blind much?
*thank you God.*
Mmmmhmmm.
Go Diego Do!
C Ron/ Wazza sandwich.
Timeless.
Like the Ginger Prince, we must make ourself appear to be tall.
My ovaries are GONE.
Guhh.
Wet Gaz!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Legends of Man United.
Great with kids because Wazza still acts like one. <3
They wish they had the rocks in their ears too.
BACK WHERE IT BELONGS.
Bffs like no other.
Becks is showstoppin'.
*squeeeeeeeeee!*
Gaz: Stop drinking that shiße, it tires you out.
Becks: Whatev, you know I've got loads of endurance.
NO. NO. NO. DO NOT DO THAT.
Bffs since we had gangly legs.
My regenerated ovaries have exploaded and will not be joining us again.
We pick ourselves up..
Gaz: Don't worry, I can fix youit.
PRAISE THE LAWD, SWEET JEEEEEEEEEZUS.
When Becks left, the Beauty tried to fill the void to no avail.
Ily.
Clap it out.
OLE GAZ, YES YES YES.
Class plus looks.
Gaz: Thank you for making me the Gazfather.
Self-lovin'.
This girl interrupted a very important moment and Gaz is a little pissed.
WE B NAUGHTY.
HAHAHAH, NO WORDS.
Oh yes, oh yes.
Smack that ass up on the flo.
Becks and that ridiculous skull cap that covers his eyebrows.
Gaz: *giggle* No stop, SERIOUSLY.
It's okay, I understand.
Home of our Solskjaer.
One of the rightful owners.
Seriously?
I guess so.
Lucky lucky lucky.
Giggsy tends to impress all with his ride.
OMFG FERGIE!
Don't cry, we can't be emotional.
Seriously, what the hell, WE WON.
MUCH BETTER!!!!!!!!!!!
The gaffer joins in for the first [most definitely not the last] time.
Ring 'em in Gaz.
THE OWNER.
Fuckin' Getty Images and their watermarks.
BFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFS.
C Ron has no idea how lucky his body is.
You see that beautiful Englishman? They don't make them like that anymore.
Ridic hair Carlos.
Get it bff.
Ole playing God.
THERE, THERE.
Getting the job done right.
Gaz is excited!!!
Awful colored sweater, bff.
Oh captain gorgeous.
Someone's red-nosin' but I won't say who.
C Ron is so excited to see God beam down!
♥
Class & greatness bestowed upon them.
Best hat.
I'M LOVIN' IT.
Giggsy can't shy away from his one true love.
Happiness all around!
Anderson is being the man!