15 ways to piss off Sasori
1: Play Barbie girl song as loud as your sterio, cd player whatever, will go.
2: While he's sleeping dress him up in a corset. XD
3: After step 1 see if he starts to sing along.
4: If he does sing get a video camera and send it to Sakura.( Hate that bitch...)
5:Dress his puppets up in girl clothes.
6: Smash his puppets into a jillion pieces.
7: Post all the porno him and deidara took of themselves everywhere you can.
8: Rape him.
9: Rape deidara and purposely somewhere he can hear it.
10:Give him sake and see what he does.
11: If he does something stupid, tape it.
12: Eat a dango in a perverted way to get him hard.
13: If he does get hard, show deidara.
14: Say his art sucks ass.
15: Show everyone that pic of him getting raped by orochimaru. XD
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<looking for a camera...>
Oh Sasoooooriiiiiii.......
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:skulll:
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, but the roses have wilted, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl is empty and my arm is stained red.
The poem is not mine, just awesome.
DO HIDAN NEXT!!!! XDD
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:skulll:
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, but the roses have wilted, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl is empty and my arm is stained red.
The poem is not mine, just awesome.
Thanks *w*
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:skulll:
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, but the roses have wilted, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl is empty and my arm is stained red.
The poem is not mine, just awesome.
Me: Hey Sasoriiii, let's go get dango.
Sasori: o...k
Me:You come too Deidara.
Deidara: o...k
(you'll get what happens next)PHOTO OP!!
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Xerxes Break and Cheshire Cat Lover!
I'm Yamanaka Ino in dA's Naruto Crew.
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:skulll:
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, but the roses have wilted, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl is empty and my arm is stained red.
The poem is not mine, just awesome.
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