[Lydia]

lkajds pfoiaj dl;k SCREW THIS SHORT ENTRY THING. It makes my brain implode on itself a bit.

And ewww, I hate the new Photobucket upload-y thing!

And this site almost crashed my computer. Again. How saaad.

France

Battle of the goalkeepers?

Baldy who thinks his chicken thighs are sexy...

... or Blondie who really needs to get his roots touched up molests bizarre metal half-mannequin thing?

Holy guacamole, Barthez with hair!

Domenech freaks the shit out of me.
... eeek.

"Look, a white boy!"

Germany

... funny on sooo many different levels.

German legs!

Lehmann: C'mere, baby. You'd better believe a goalie knows how to use his hands reeeeal good.

... hahaha.

"Dance my minions, dance! Bwahahahahaaa!"
(btw, check out Schweini's gay hands in the first picture.)

Loew's Guide on Courting Your Players. Buy it now for $10.95!

Ohhh yeah. Frings is like, "w... t... f...?!"

Frings: Ballack, save meee!

Ballack: wtf do you want me to do aboot it?! As long as he's not after my captain bootay, I'm juuust fine.

In which Schweini and Schneider fight over Poldi.

Schneider: HE'S MINE!
Schweini: No! This blatant boob-grabbing totally states that he's mine!
Poldi: -Zombifies-

Ballack: DON'T TOUCH MY GODDAMN POLDI!

... heheheheheh. And wtf happened to his shorts?!

Poldi: ... -orgasms-

Lehmann feels left out so he makes out with his water bottle. Dirty old man!

Klose is a ballerina.

All: omgf, Poldi is slutting again!
Ballack: WHERE?!

Poldi: Right here, cap'n!

... Lahm is so tiny!

Twenty-four karat, babeh!

Poldi: -Uses the force-

And some OTPness.

Fly, my son, flyyy!

... this scares me so, so much. Kahn looks like the Cookie Monster on crystal meth. And Ballack's like, "Lookit meee! I'm purdy." And itty bitty Lahm is just like, "Dude, I don't know that crazy man who looks like he's about to jump out of your computer screen and devour your eyeballs."

Inter Milan

... yey! Figo reminds me of Elvis. o.o

Crespo: Oh no you di'int! You did not just go dere, beeyitch!

Liverpool

... he's so tall!

And hilarious!

... ohhh, ouch.

Hahaha, they both look ridiculous. A bit like retarded chickens trying to fly.

JT: Sweet mother of God, I think he's gonna score! Better start flappin' me arms around.

Crouch is all, "Awww, get over here, you!" and Riise is like, "Get off me, gaywad."

-Dances-

-Hovers-

-Commits a crime that will probably get his nana killed-

-Poses all heroic-

The ickle, Spanish-speaking ones.

Manchester United (this section is a bit large, even though I'm not a fan of them Red Devils)

Ronaldo: Concentraaate... concentraaate... OMG A BUTTERFLY!

Starring Cristiano Ronaldo, the Worried Monkeyboy.

Awww. Lee Martin looks curiously tiny.

Showdown, yo. Random: Park's raised-ish leg is uber in focus. o.o

Rooney: -Thinking- Smile and pose with my books. Seems easy enough.

Rooney: -Thinking- Oh shit, I knew I should've learned to read!

Giggs: Ohmigaaah!
Smith: Like what are we 'ohmigaaah'ing at now, sistah?
Giggs: ... I don't like know. Just like stand here and totally look pretty.

Giggs: Like ohhh my god! -Points at nothing at all-

Ronaldo: Dude, is that a condom on the ground?!

Ronaldo: Tao yan. Rooney bu li wo! -Pout-

Muuuch better.

Best shot ever. EVER!

"Awww yeah!"

... nice expression, man.

Ronaldo: You have been blessed, my son! PRAISE the Lord!

Whurr you reachin' fo', boy?!

"And this! Is a ball."

Giggs: -Thinking- What's happening?! FREE ME FROM TEH GAY, GUYS!

Giggs: -Thinking- NO! I'M TRAPPED!

... lol.

Ronaldo: I CAN FLY, Y'ALL!

Real Madrid (home of TEH GAY, srsly)

Making out on the pitch--a form of celebration revolutionized by the Real Madrid boys.

In which Figo is unloved, and Becks is gayified.

The infamous gay huddle.

Raul: Give me the ball, kid!
Ramos: No, shorty!

Figo: Daaayum, your ride is pimped out, man.
Raul: Respect, yo.
Ronaldo: Oh, ice cream truck!

... I pity whoever's holding him.

... daaaayum.

And more people! Christ.

Zidane: Honey, try not to kiss me in the middle of the pitch.
Beckham: Naw, you just have something in your teeth.

... looks weird.

Ronaldo: Oooh, I'd like to have a piece of that.

Beckham: Sorry, fatty, not interested.

Beckham: Crap, I forgot how to do a push-up.

Raul: Welcome, me boy! -Hushed voice- I'll let you in on a secret--this club is rampant with TEH GAY, so watch your ass, boy!
Diarra: Wait... what?!

Cannavaro: What are you looking at? I wasn't trying anything, really!
Diarra: -Thinking- Dear god... what have I gotten myself into?!

Cannavaro: Stop accusing me! -Shifty eyes-

Raul: -Swooshes-

"I AM IKER, HEAR ME ROAR!"

"Eee, don't break my nail!"

Hahaha, wtf?!

... SLUT!

... HO!

Spain

"To the left! To the right!"

Aragones: -Sigh- Where'd I manage to find a bunch of loons for the national team?

"And up, and down, and repeat! Two three four..."

Totally on a date.

lol, wtf?! Ho! In a sarong!

Torres the Slutboy enjoys being cuddled by his teammates. Oh, yes he does.

And again.
... -slaps watermark-

And... before?

In which Ramos is a hoppy frogboy and the guy underneath is terrified.

I think this is Villa's way of implying he got his wife knocked up again. And this is a horrible picture of Raul, seriously.

Garcia does the chicken dance!

And... falls asleep while doing it. God, what's with footballers and their weird celebratory moves?!

And some Spain OTPness from who-knows-when. And I can read that goddamn Chinese, yo! I'm so proud of myself.

Yeeey.

And here's a random one of Rensing, just because he's a hot-ass and... cuddles old men.
... HO!

[Edit]

Oh, here's a random picture of how I organize the footie files in my Photobucket account:

Um. Yeah. The pictures I posted today are from the bottom (left, if you tilt your head) row. Alphabetical order, yo.

[Lydia]

You have no idea how hard it is to pick only a few pictures to post each time. It is so. Not. Cool. T-T

And I don't think I actually filtered that well.

Sorry about the watermarks, too. In the words of Butters, I'm a bad ol' bear.

AC Milan

Lookit them quivering jowls! Okay, maybe not really, but I've always wanted to use that phrase.

Awww. This picture makes me sad. Look how happy Kaka looks being hugged by Sheva!

Dude. o_o Schoolboy!Kaka?

Arsenal

Enragedmonkey!Cesc! OhmyLMFFFFAO.

Arsenal = Slutfarm? I'd say so.

Great minds think alike. And Theo Walcott is a semi-hot-ass.

And a ballerina.

And threads his fingers with Ljungberg. And look at that look. Come to think of it, those looks.

And is a ho! With... a vacant expression?

Lehmann: Worship my goddamn bottle, biznitches.

Van Persie = OMGLAWLZ Hoppy Love.

Adebayor = The Hilarious.

Atletico Madrid (mostly Torres. For Amelie. =P)

OMGBESTMANPILEEVAAAAR! Total love.

... nice shirt, pervertboy.

Ahahahaha! His hair looks like it's growing out. GO, HAIR, GO!

"We weren't doing anything in there! Just... ignore our spent but definitely satisfied expressions and, um, nut-fiddling."

Torres: Ohhh! No wonder my foot's hurting!

I call this a total 'squee' expression.

I watched this part of the match when I was in Hong Kong, and totally died when ^ happened. Incidentally, Kezman's name is hilarious in Cantonese.

Aguero may very well be the saving grace or something of Atletico. He's a sweetie, too.

I mean, look at how nice he is to orphans!

... and that clueless expression on his face. xD

Aguero: Eff you camera. Kids are so much cooler.

Barcelona

Ronaldinho is now some representative of the UN or something. ftw

They seem to be very fond of ass-bright colors when it comes to their away kits. This fetching Gatorade lime green is from the previous season, I believe.

At first I didn't notice that there were three people in this picture and I was like, "Dude. Somebody grew up near a nuclear plant."

Everyone wants a piece of Messi! He's like a little emperor here, haha.

Puyol: Back off, bitches. He's mine.
Dude Grabbing Messi's Hand: Sheesh, no need to hog.
Messi: I'll be seeing you after the match, sugah.

Lo and behold, more bright away kits! Neon orange is tres chic for this season, supposedly. And check out Ronaldinho getting gayness all up in it with some playa from an American team.

"Er, guys, we were actually talking about calling your family and friends when we said that you could use the phone, not phone sex."
(srsly, lookit those dirty expressions on their faces.)

Van Bronckhorst: HELLS YEEEEEEES!
Xavi: -Is one second from running away-

Thuram: Baby, it was just a kiss!
Zambrotta: Whatevar! I am not talking to you! Hmph! I mean, how could you ditch me for that skank?! What does he have that I don't? Hm hm HM?! That was totally not your attitude last nightblahblahblahrabblerabblerabblegoesoffongirlyrant.

Ronaldinho: Oh my god NO!
Motta: It's okay, babe, I'll protect you.

Marquez: I'll protect you too!
Motta: ... go away, Rafael.

In which Ronaldinho tries to catch Deco.

Closer!

Atta boy.

Chelsea (mostly Sheva, because he is OMG TEH AWESOME, and Ballack, because he's good ol' gorilla boy)

New kids on the block! And lookit them flared jeans!

ohmiGAH, the blatant gayness! There's so much to be said about this picture that I'll just not say anything.

Theory: Sheva Hates Being Touched

Sheva: Bitch, get yo' hand off me or your grandma's gonna get it.
Momo: Okay, okay, just stay away from my sweet ol' nana! T.T

Sheva: Touch me and I'll make a jack-o-lantern out of your puppy.
Zenden: Dude, you are one crazy Ukrainian byotch.
Sheva: Well, it stops people from laying their grubby mits on me.

Sheva really hates being touched.

BUT TO WHAT EXTENT, SHEVA, TO WHAT EXTEEEEEENT?!

On the other hand...

Ballack loves touching people.

See how our good ol' gorilla's like, "Come to papa!" and his victim's all, "OMGHEEEEEELP!"

Anyway, back to our crazy Ukrainian byotch.

Sheva: I'm going to feed your momma to the sharks! Shackle your children and force them to cook Mexican food for me everyday! omg just stop touching meeeeeee!

Sheva: -Sobs- Meanie!

Pogatetz: I have come for you soul! Oh, and your shirt would be a nice bonus, too.

Sheva: I can grab my own shirt, BITCH! How d'ya like me now, eh EH?!

Sheva: ... -dances-

Hamburg

Sorry, just had to put these up. I just love seeing footie boys all happy.

Tottenham

Ch-ch-ch-ch-check out who it is! Meester Davids, that's who! <3

... he cracks me up.

Hokay, done. And here's a random one that totally killed me:

Yeah. I am now officially.

Dead.

[Lydia]

So! The first week of high school is finally over. Oh GOD, it dragged like massive roadkill lugged around by a baby snail. LKJA 0PFHASD;LFH LDK

... anyway.

Now that it's over, time for some p-p-p-p-picspamming. National teams this timeee. Aaand I lied about no more World Cup pictures. ¬¬ Photos that I've never seen before just keep popping up, DAMNIT! DAMN YOU, INTERNET, DAMN YOUUUUU!

On the bright side, it's in alphabetical order!

By the way, this is going to be the last GINORMOUS post. I'm going to chop up my updates in the future, so you all aren't figuratively (or literally, if you want) knocked over by the sheer number of pictures.

Oh, and I'm terribly sorry for the watermarks. I went a bit trigger-happy with the Getty-raiding. T-T

Argies

Cracks me up everytime. It's like 'The Fellowship of the Hobbits, Plus Crespo, Who's the Only Non-Midget on the Team'.

Young Argie love! Messi and Sergio 'Kun' Aguero (who has, incidentally, signed with Atletico Madrid and will probably be their savior or something).

Aguero's got the kissy disease! His victim is all, "Dude, get teh ghey away from me!"

... he's cute. -Prods-

Dude, wtf? xD

Hand placement, o little Argie.

Best hug/hug face ever.

Dunno why, but whenever I see this picture, I immediately think, 'Gimli and Galadriel.' o_o

Cute, even though Aguero looks like he's doing the Heimlich Maneuver on Messi.

Dude, I'd totally buy that magazine, even though it's in espanolish.

Okay. So there's this totally weird Argie love triangle/quadrilateral that is awesomeness:

First you've got these two, Javier Saviola and Andres D'Alessandro.

And so on...

Putting on their clothes after an activity that required removal of clothing, I'm sure.

But! As we all know (or, well, me, at least) Saviola is a slut.

And omgf! He goes off to whore with little Pablito Aimar!

But Aimar is Riquelme's ho already. I mean, just look at the pictorial evidence (actually this is just an excuse for me to oogle pictures some more and salivate)!

omgTHIGHS

Even since they were still mini-Argies. =D

Cutest picture ever, I swear.

So! I'm sure you all agree that this is totally...

Oh! But that's not the end!

See, you'd think that everyone's respective SO's wouldn't get along (and no, that doesn't make much sense to me, either), but!

Roman gets some lovin' from el conejo.

Hair-pulling! Kinkyyy.

And because those two went off the canoodle...

So now we've got:

... yeah. Okay, so I'm done with that. Anyway!

I've just realized that little Pablito Aimar is rather... hot. o_o

And quite fetching in a suit!

"Indecent exposure? I'd say this is pretty decent, yo!"

Aimar: Bitch, slutting is my job!

Captain-approved slash.

"Succumb to  teh ghey! Resistance is futile!"

Whoa. Nice glomp, Cambiasso.

They look so naive! I look at this picture and think, "Frodo and Gimli!"

... in which el conejo is a total dork and el payaso is all, "Dude, you're embarrassing me right hizzere."

Aaand just because I like team shots.

Chile (actually, it's quite warm here)

... just an excuse to post a picture of hot Chilean boys.

... and slashy ones! -Salivates-

Deutschland (most of these photos weren't from the World Cup, by the way)

Frings: LALALA I'M NOT LISTENING TO YOU!
Fathi: I wonder what my finger hitting your skull would sound like.

"That blue rubberband looks very fetching you, my dear."

Lehmann looking sulky and bitchy as ever. And does that sign say 'miniature golf' or am I just an ignorant German non-speaker?

... they look funny!

Loew: Nice ass.
Lehmann: Up yours.

Yeah, that's reeeal subtle there, boys.

Tsk tsk, watch that hand, Poldi.

Unbeknownst to most, Loew hasn't actually taken over as coach, but has rather chosen a new profession unrelated to football. He is now. Traffic. Conductor. Extraordinaire. -Cue dramatic organ music-

Odonkor's a shorty!

Loew: Chop chop, now, boys! Better beat that rush-hour traffic!

More blue rubberbandness. Schweini is so... white. oO'

In which little Lahmi is, well, little, and Klose enjoys hovering around in the air.

Finally graduating from elementary school Walking from some award ceremony thang.

Schweini: Dude, how do you work this thing? -Goes cross-eyed-

Some gratuitous shots of the award ceremony thang, just because they all look very snazzy in their black suits.

Ballack: -Thinking- Goddamn English water.
(And damnit, whytf did he go and shave off that pretty hair?! Now he looks like a pissed off gorilla. -_-)

See what I mean?!

Reporter: So what do you think of Chanel's new line of handbags?
Schweini: Like ohmigawd, the hot pink one is like totally cute! My girlfriends and I like saw it at the mall yesterday and like totally dig it!

"Give me a hug!"
"Bitch, get yo' face outta mine."

Dear Dude-Who-Pulled-Down-Poldi's-Shorts,
You totally win at life.

Lahm fulfills his lifelong dreams of wanting to be a dinosaur.

... he's a cutie. -Prods-

Poldi gets fired from the team and gets a job at some fastfood joint.

Schweini's totally gangsta hoppy-dance. Featuring Hargreaves as the wigger MC, yo!

OhmiGAWD like shopping on a cold winter day, girlfriend?!

Ballack: Bitch, I know I'm sexy.
(Well, with hair, anyway, gorilla boy.)

I love how he's so cheery and smiley even with a pwned foot.

Sucking... on... something...

I don't have a caption, sorry. o_o

Little Lahmi's moose/elk/reindeer/some antler-ed animal shirt!

o_O He's pretty much nekkid here, and it's rather disturbing.

Klose: omgomgomg you pick meeeeee?

And you hear suspicious, bumping noises after the photographers leave...

Loew: Oh, for the love of Klinsi!

Awww, Lahm is so tiny.

Poldi: The Swedish coach is making funny faces!

... indeed.

Gay hands, much?

Klose is all calm-looking, haha.

And what did I say about him enjoying hovering? Those are serious ballet feet, too.

Fathi: -Thinking- I'm gettin' m'self a piece-a that ternight!

And what better way to end this section than with... LEGSSSSS!

Eeengerland

McClaren (who, incidentally, I really dislike for some reason): Seriously, I looked down and BAM! It was like THIS BIG!

McClaren: I mean, Eriksson can't compete with that!

Neville: DUDE, DON'T STEP ON MY BALLS!
Terry: Sorry, sorry!

See why I don't like him?
... -slaps-

Pimpdaddy!Owen, hah!

It doesn't matter what Crouch is doing; he never fails to crack me up.

Damnit, not with the headshaving again! You take this bald coot look that is totally next century, and compare it with the pimpin' corn rows. There's no competition there, dear fashion-unconscious boy!

Gerrard: Eeek! Don't scratch my new shoes, yo!

I'm totally digging the movement of the photograph here.

I'm totally digging the movement of the photograph here, too, but more because it cracks me the fuck up.

... nice facial expression there, JT.

He reminds me of an tired, disgruntled, soggy old dog. o_o

Sheesh, McClaren, it ain't a funeral and your team ain't losing.

Paraguay

Oh, those South Americans and their touchy-feely antics. <333 The guy on the very bottom is totally orgasming.

Socceroos vs Kuwaitis (Asian Cup or something. And I don't know any of their names, so. Sorry about that.)

Blurry images! The ball looks like half a discolored watermelon.

Aussie manhugging!

-Vy for ball-
-Grab hands-
... -start dancing the meringue!-
One thing can lead to another, you know.

I love angsty/hurt-y/lie-on-the-ground-for-no-reason-or-some-reason-y photos.

Number Nineteen: Dude, don't worry, it's only this big.

-Shirt rips-
Crowd: O.O
Referee: ... ORGYYYYYYYYYYY!
(... yeah. One thing... leading to another?)

Wouldn't it be hilarious if the Aussie tripped over the Kuwaiti's leg in midair? Is that even possible?

You know, you just don't not post pictures like these. I mean, really.

It'd be so awesome if he got stuck in that net. Talk about adding insult to injury. Or something like that.

Mancuddling is still mancuddling, even if they do look rather... possessed?

Aussies: -Cuddle-
Number Nineteen: Damn those Socceroos! DAMN THEM ALL TO HELL!
Number Two: Awww, why can't I joiiiiiiin?

I call this pregnancy bisected. One guy goes through the positions, and the other does all the screaming.

... funny on so many different levels.

"Am I going to fall? I do think so. Oh, dear me."

Kuwaiti: Bitch, you wanna say that to mah face?!

It almost looks like the Aussie is carrying the Kuwaiti.

This equation makes no sense to me. Aussie sitting rather painedly on the ground + Chaos in the background = Happy cuddling Kuwaiti boys?

HIS FACE!!!!11!!1!1!21!218271653312

And the poor boy couldn't help but crack up.

... -start dosey-doing in midair-

Kuwaiti: Bitch, whatchu doin' in mah way fo'?!
Aussie: I'm sorry, mommy! -Cries-

Xi Ban Yaaa (you know, Spain)

Presenting the many faces of the Spaniards during a press conference...

"Eeek!"

"Hmmm."

"Teehee!"

"Why yes, I do have a sexy finger tattoo!"

"I'm just going to smile and nod because I have no idea what you're trying to say."

"I've got hot eyes and mad awesome hair."

"... I gots a big nose, yo."

"Urrrgh, I have a hangoverrr."

"What could have induced it? That bottle of vodka last night? Mmm, probably not... help me think, guys!"

Garcia: Maybe it was the firewhiskey. Well, no...
Villa: -Is actually sleeping with his eyes open-

"Vould you like zis odd lump vith a pig's leg sticking out of eet, meester Xavi?!"

"Yey, dis be my pig's foot that seems to be attached to a bottle of wine. Or maybe whoever's captioning is just tired and blind and getting senile."

"Actually, la captionista has no caption for this picture, other than that mini-goatees pwn a lot."

"I'm actually a fine piece of ass if you ignore that psychologically unstable, mildly murderous expression on my face."

"But not prettier than me!"

"Whatchu lookin' at, biznitch?!"

I like the gradual blurring. o_o

Casillas: -Overslept due to Hangover Numero Dos- Is this a bad time for me to barge in there and take part in that press conference?

Albelda: wtf is that?! Pairing a Gucci bag with Prada shoes? Psh.

Lydia <3s frolicking boys. Because they normally end up like this. ^

Alonso: Dude, take the ball! It's got maxi-pads all over it!
(Anyone else notice those oddly-shaped things on this year's World Cup ball looked like freaking pads?!)

God, I just want to take a big stick and prod Alonso's tongue back into his mouth. And Villa is totally orgasming up there.

Yey, it's Slutboy. The tackling defender is probably like, "Well, at least I have a good view from here."

Puyol: OhmiGAH, did you watch that last episode of El Gordo y la Flaca last night?!
Raul: No, but I heard that TEH GHEY is running rampant in our camp!
Puyol: Well, I could not believe that--wait... what?!

He looks so. Happy. o_o

Dude, Ramos looks vaguely like Raul.

Presenting the bizarrely matched expressions in the Spain vs Iceland game...

"OMGZ!"

"NYERRR!"

"Whoaaa."

"Aw, shiiiit!"

"MYBALLMYBALLMYBALLMYBALLMYBALLMYBALL!"

And this is pretty much where the matching expressions... dies. Note Slutboy Torres' uber-butch shaved head. Pisses me the crap off. How could you trade in that rockin' mohawk for this... lack of hair?! EH, EH?! Well, at least I can call him Egghead now.

And here's a mini-story aboot Raul.

This

turned into this

which then mutated into...

THIS?!

And here's an even minier story aboot Puyol and Cesc.

What began with Puyol accidentally sitting on Cesc's face turned into...

... this silent, soulful exchange?!

And here's a very special section cryptographically named...

FROM TIM (which oh-so-ambiguously means that Tim sent me the following pictures. Aaaand I'mma mostly put his captions because I don't feel like thinking of any/Tim pwns quite a lot at captions. I think you can tell which caption belongs to whom. C=)

the guy wid black shirt is reaching to touch the white shirt guys dick

Mariano Pernia: come on Zidane take that shirt off

Francisco: his mine Omar so get lost

Gennaro Gattuso: KARATEE CHOP, Viduka: its mine

Ecuador ppl starring at Rooneys butt

Aloisi: oh Cahill ur so soft

Schwarzer: why did u slap me? Dude: im watching u sexy
Or
"Feel my face, coach! It's super-soft from Lancom's new lotion."

Beckham: oh i hope nobody heard that fart

Zidane: damn Beckham's wife is ugly, lets just c if i smell good and keep an eye out on her

Owen: oh why are you looking at me

Harewood goes WAPAAA!!!!!!

Coach: cant u see ther having sex right in the middle of the field!!!!
Mourinho: Aaand... what's wrong with that?

Players: take his shirt off, player on the right stares at his private

Oddo trying to be scarry but it isnt in the dark and he doesnt have a flash light

Del Piero shoving his thingo at the other player and screaming his love, other player gruntin

Kaka: i am pround to be an idiot
(And dude, he looks frighteningly emaciated here. o_o Especially his hand. It's all shriveled and wrinkly and weird! Eeeesh.)

Del Piero screaming his pain after shoving his thingo n other player laughing

Pirlo grabbing Pizarro's hand and trying to get his hand to feel him
Or
"Look, don't touch!"

Ancelotti trying to look sexy

Capello: oh yea look at that erection its like this!!!

i believe i can fly

and this shows how much players love there team and Adriano looks baffled because he was only sucking a cum stain off
(Which I thought was pretty disgusting, but you know. Whatever.)

Obafemi Martins trying to get attention

Adrian Mutu: Cagliari stop butt raping me right now we can do it later

Daniele De Rossi: come back here im not done with u

Juliano Belletti is so in love with himself that he saw himself in the trophy and started making out with it
Or
"Me love you looong time, trophy baby!"

Ronaldo: hahahaha ur butt is so white

Frank Rijkaard getting an invisible blow job

Zidane getting ready to fuck the ball and Beckham ass fucking his foot

Casillas: damn that blade of grass is sexy
Or
"Why is there a used condom on the ground?"

Messi: oh god yea dont stop dont stop!!!
Or
"Ow, be gentle!"

Real Madrid players in exotic position

Yellow guy: come on let me touch it
Or
"Follow the ball!"

Ronaldinho: see look it says im gay right here
Or
Ronaldinho: I got some golden balls of my own!

Robinho: OH YEA I GOT A DATE WITH ZIDANE!!!!, Sergio: nice work Zidane now he wont stop fucking around

Cadiz looking down at his private and Joan Capdevila feeling sexy at seeing 3 balls

And here's a random one of some lady (yes, gasp all you want) climbing a wall, because Tim asked me to post it.

lady trying to spank her arse
Or
"Don'tcha wish your girlfriend was hot like me?"

And oh goddd, I'm finally done. Which means I can now sleep in peace if I don't trip over the couch first.

[Lydia]

Update! Yes, finally. This will probably be the last post in which I post World Cup pictures, because there are friendles on telly now! Which means I can obsess over and madly picspam those now.

Anyway. Up, up, and away!

... to ze peektures. I couldn't be bothered to classify them alphabetically, by the way. Not like that bothers most people like it bothers me.

FIBO Steel Photoshoot/Ad Campaign

Featuring Dida and Buffon!

Buffon: Yo, my meticulously plucked eyebrows and obviously digitally-enhanced eyes are better than you!
Dida: Total X-Men pwnage!

Oh man, hotness.

... this is for another ad campaign, and it's a lot gayer. Can you tell?

Dida: Eat it, I says!

Buffon: RAWR, NO!

Buffon: But I'mma eat yer shoulderrr!

Buffon: Dude, nice boobs ya got thurr.

Buffon: You gotta flaunt it!
Dida: This is getting a bit weird, man.

Coming up next, When Frolicking Goes Too Far. Please stay tuned.
-Insert commercial break for Special K cereal-

Philip Lahm vs Owen Hargreaves Photoshoot (A.K.A. best photoshoot EVAR)

They're wet...

... and wild!

And dirtaaay! Hells yes.

This photo is so drool-worthy that I'm not even going to bother thinking of a caption.

Lahm: -To Hargreaves- Dude, you jealous of the ball yet? -Fondles ball-
(The lighting in the second picture = GUH.)

Hargreaves: oO' Dude, hell no.

GAH, little Lahmi's cuteness kills me.

Eeengerland

... yeah, 'wtf' is right.

Beckham: -Thinking- What's a dummy? Normally they call me 'idiot'.

Gerrard: -To Ferdinand- Man, you so should've went to Frankie's party last night. We had fruit punch and took turns putting our hands down each others' pants.
Ferdinand: Wait, what?!
Lampard: You idiot! I didn't invite him for a reason, you know.
Eriksson: Ignoreignoreignoreignoreignoreignoreignoreignoreignoreignore.

Awww.

The English boys are all emofied and Scolari's just dashing across like, "YEY YEY YEY YEY!" Cracks me up everytime.

Lampard: Yo, what are you looking at?
Gerrard: -Stares at chest- Uhhh... nothin'.

Germany

Presenting Brat OTP: Bastian Schweinsteiger/Lukas Podolski (A.K.A. Schweinski)

Schweini says, "Wuddup, yo?"

Poldi retaliates with, "You want my shirt, bitch?!"
(What an engaging conversation! That... barely makes any sense.)

... well, there's no confusion as to who's on top.

Schweini: I'm watching youuu!

Poldi: You da man!

Poldi: Let me practice my qi gong on you.

Now that's what I call a celebration.

They're connected at the crotch and... arse...!

Observe how Poldi's trying to push the other dude away but he's clutching onto Schweini.

Schweini's thinking, "Baby, you know how to push my buttons. Oh hells yesss."
(Now, if you ignore my stupid caption, this is a really cute photo.)

Dork Dance!

For the high-five, yo.

I'm pretty sure Poldi's going to open a school for ROFLdom soon.

Awww, look at the bliss!

But!

One of them's got to be a whore.

And it's Poldi, yo!

Do I smell angry sex?!

"Hold me tight, and hold me klose!"

Kahn: 'Sup, y'all. I'm a hip old man.
Poldi: -Thinking- I'll show you hip...s!

He even goes after coaches.

An omen of major slashy proportions?

Poldi: Is it hot out here or is it just you?
Odonkor: Ohmigawd, like now you got me all wet!

Awww. I remember seeing this on telly and just going, well, "Awww."

Protective!Poldi. Taking a dip on the dominant end, eh?!

... yep.

Schweini goes 'grrr', but good-naturedly, because who doesn't love a boy-whore?

And Here's Some Rooney/Ronaldo Mini-Picspamming (and I do mean mini)

Look at them children.

Ronaldo looks like he's about to burst into tears and Rooney's vaguely gorilla-esque.

I nearly choked on my altoid when I saw this picture. Fricking priceless, I tells ya.

Real Madrid (all the pretty boys and no work ethic at all, tsk tsk)

OOOOOOOTTTTTTTTPPPPPPPP!

Beckham: Showers after the match?
Casillas: Mmmyeah.

Casillas: Dude, it says 'Made in China'!
Zizou: Whoa, it does! Heheheh...

Staring contest!

Well, looks like they disagreed on who blinked first.

Figo: You gotta cool down, baby!

Figo's Instruction Manual on Pacifying a Staring Contest Maybe-Loser Beckham:
Step I. Turn on the headlights.

Somebody partied too late last night.

"Kisses, love!"

Yey, Brazilian lovin'! They may not be hot, but it's still cute.

Españaaa! (Yey, I got that little squiggly thing above the N!)

Awww, OTPness.
... even though Raul is a bit of a whore.

Nothin' like them adorkable Spanish boys.

Casillas: Sooo... what are you doin' tonight, sugah?

I think I might have posted this picture already at my old Xanga, but it's just so cute in a dorky way. And bulging calf muscles, yo!

Someone's clueless.

Torres: It's okay, darling! If you wait in line patiently, you'll get your some famous Torres Lovin' eventually.

Torres: -To ball- I'll take care of ya, baby.

Torres: Oh shit, I forgot to bring the condoms!

Now, if only the photographer got a shot to the right, we'd see the rest of the Spanish team with glasses of red wine and monocles scrutinizing Torres' backside like a good painting.

"omgduhhh"

Joaquin: -Whispers pornographic sweet nothings into Iker's ear-

Joaquin: Nice ass, boy.
Referee: Sir, please leave the penalty area.

I love how their arms make a heart shape. <333

Hahaha, ftw?! Well, at least Cesc's not drooling.

Torres: DUDE, it's FLOATING.
Reyes: Heeheehahaheehaheehaheeha!
Torres: ... o_O

Casillas: Run, Santi!

Casillas: OOOOOOOO SOLE MIOOOOOOOOO!

... eh?!

Torres: Sooo... I heard you're single.
Raul: EhhhIdon'tthinkso.

They always grab the pretty ones. -Shakes head-

I see this picture and think 'OMGSOCCERPORN'.

Dude: It's your fault!
Torres: No, it's your fault!
Dude: Your fault!
Torres: Your fault!
Dude: My fault!
Torres: My fault!
Dude: ... hahaha!
Torres: ... I want my mommy!

And yey, I'm finally done.

[Lydia]

No need for an introduction, since most people who are here already know me and my mission. Whiiiich I'm not entirely sure of. So. Anyway. On with the pictures! Spain this time 'round. In no particular order.

Squad photo for the World Cup 2006. Nothing too bizarre.

After Henry's dive. Alonso's all, "Bitch, don't touch!" to Ribery.

Aragones is scared to turn his back on the boys.

In which Aragones has mad skillz, Puyol tries out for a Lux Super Rich commercial, and that dude on the far right is deathly afraid of Aragones' mad skillz.

Puyol: l0lz ballz r funi
Cesc: Augh, he's all wrinkly and old!
Pablo: What are we smiling at?

Casillas: Oh, how disgraceful.
Puyol: Where's my rosemary tea? Chop chop, now!
Ramos: Ewww, my hair's all stringy!
Torres: Imitating gorillas is sexy.
Alonso: Stupid sun.

I don't really have a caption for this one.

Blingy!Ramos not understanding what the nice reporter lady asked him.

Canizares: EVERYBODY LISTEN TO ME BECAUSE I AM EL DOMINATRIX.
Others: Please, for the love of cheese crackers, get new shorts!

This is Cesc's battle face.

Cesc: omgz are you okay?! -Slutslut-
Gallas: I think I have a sudden growth in my crotchal region.

Aw, emo Casillas reminiscing about the World Cup 2002.

Reyes: OMGLOLZ
Torres: ... wtfbbq?

Casillas: I need a tissue.

Aw, Joaquin.

Cesc: ... yeah, so that's how I feel about our chances for winning this year's World Cup.
Garcia: -Thinking- Got the flavored lube, condoms, handcuffs, blindfold, whips, ball gag, needles... ~ five hours later ~ ... fruit knife, butcher knife, steak knife, butter knife, and lacy pink panties. Yup, ready for tonight.
(God, his expression scares the hell out of me.)

Garcia is preying again. Hide, boys, hide!

Puyol is very dedicated to his game.

Unfortunately, sometimes he gets stuck. Haha, Puyol, haha.

Ramos, stop cheating on Torres!
... whore! -Slap-

Joaquin has the most remarkable eyes.

Joaquin: LOL FAG!11!

Touching buttocks!

Worst picture EVAR of Raul. Oh, GOD. xDDD

Cesc: RAWR!
Alonso: HYAH!
Puyol: WHOA!
Torres: SHINY THING ON THE GROUND!

Ramos: Torres is flashing people again! I'm going to kick his little whore ass!
Reyes: Dude, it's okay because I have a killer view!
Two on the side: Let's start a random fight of our own. CHEESE! EYELASH CURLER! ZIPLOCK BAG!

Canizares about to orgasm from ball sex. God, how this disturbs me.

Pouty!Cesc! Astonished!Ramos! ComefuckmebecauseI'msexylikewhoa Seductive!Joaquin.

Great photo. The movement, lack of goofy facial expressions, everything. B-E-A-utiful.

Aw, Cesc. He's like a little animal thing.

Puyol: Teacher, pick me!

Belligerent!Ramos.

Raul: omgz rly/??

Raul: Psh. Wha'eva, son.

Someone's afraid of riding planes.

Aragones: Gather 'round and listen carefully now, boys! This is very important.
Raul: -Ignores- ... damn mosquito bite.

Raul: Man, I knew I shouldn't have had that last tequila.

Running! Fairly normal shot.

=(

Ramos... enjoys... kissing... balls... /puerile humor

Happy Spanish boys.

Threesome! One moment while I restart my brain, please.

Okay. I think that celebratory thumbsucking has something to do with acknowledging one's newborn baby. Or something. But since Torres has no baby, I think it's safe to assume that he's just sending an invitation out for blowjobs.
... =D

Oh, Torres, you whore.

Uh, no caption.

Villa's shiny, shiny pimp suit.

They're practicing their tai chi.

... WHOA.

Oh. God. wtf?!

Puyol: Ohmigawd like I think I see a sale totally going on at Macy's!

Torres: You shall succumb to my thighs of thunder.

Smile for the cameras.

Check out Raul's totally gay right hand.

Torres: Come join my whore circle, my friend!

Torres: Do you have an extra pair of gloves in your pants or are you just happy to see me?

I think they just came.

Torres: Ball!
Villa: Grope!

wtf?! Cesc, you pervert.

-Stare deeply into each others' eyes-

I wonder how many different ways you can pronounce 'whore'.

Dear god, how I love Torres' expression here. It's all, "Me love you looooooong time, baby!"

Aaaand that's it. Not sure what I'll post next time, because I) I've finally exhausted my Photobucket gallery (yes, I can see the disbelief), and II) I might not be able to have access to the Internet for the next couple of weeks.

Stay good, kids.