Still on that LA con.
Omg how I wish I was there for this!
Then two really strange things happened that just finished us all. First, a man asked Jared if he’d ever eaten a fried rice stuffed pickle. As far as I know there was no double entendre or inside joke, it was just a question and it threw the whole room into chaos. Honestly, I’m not sure how it happened, but soon Jensen was laughing so hard he wasn’t even making a sound. He was doubled over with his face hidden in his arm, nothing but the shoulders shaking and he couldn’t stop. Jared was carrying on about I don’t know what because the crowd was laughing so hard you couldn’t hear. Jensen kept trying to sit up and get control but it was useless. The first words out of his mouth minutes later were, “are there any tissues?” Tears were streaming down his face from laughing.
From here.
And isn't it too adorable for words that Jensen had to stand on that chair to reach the top of the banner so he can sign by his own face while Jared could easily do so without any help?
Now does anyone has the recipe for fried rice stuffed pickle? I googled it up but couldn't find anything.
Then two really strange things happened that just finished us all. First, a man asked Jared if he’d ever eaten a fried rice stuffed pickle. As far as I know there was no double entendre or inside joke, it was just a question and it threw the whole room into chaos. Honestly, I’m not sure how it happened, but soon Jensen was laughing so hard he wasn’t even making a sound. He was doubled over with his face hidden in his arm, nothing but the shoulders shaking and he couldn’t stop. Jared was carrying on about I don’t know what because the crowd was laughing so hard you couldn’t hear. Jensen kept trying to sit up and get control but it was useless. The first words out of his mouth minutes later were, “are there any tissues?” Tears were streaming down his face from laughing.
From here.
And isn't it too adorable for words that Jensen had to stand on that chair to reach the top of the banner so he can sign by his own face while Jared could easily do so without any help?
Now does anyone has the recipe for fried rice stuffed pickle? I googled it up but couldn't find anything.
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It also makes my mind go directly to slashy places *g*
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You've been to cons, haven't you Suzy?
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And I've been to Film & Comic Con in London once.
(Do not count the one that was in Sweden as a con cause it was only autographs given and no panels. Think it was a game convention or something. But I got all I wanted from it!)
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Layne, thank you!!! Shinta would "love" it very much! Sis? Hahahahahahaha Jensen is bogel! Oops, it's bogel in Indonesian, Layne. Not the one in Malay.
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Ha!
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And if there isn't.... I might just cry.
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http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rmILIlnPfeE&feature=PlayList&p=EA7EFF33BE5C5B99&index=19
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The man would be a giant next to me but Jared just dwarfs him.
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*happy sigh*
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I refuse to believe this. There is just nothing that funny about a fried-rice stuffed pickle in and of itself. Certainly nothing funny enough to reduce a man to tears. It's GOT to mean something utterly filthy. Either that or Jensen's brain is so soaked with endorphins from being crazy-in-love that he's just finding EVERYTHING funny even when it's not. Which, now that I think about it, is pretty much how he looked during that entire panel.
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Boys laughing like loons.
Re: Boys laughing like loons.
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