Takenouchi Yutaka

Deirdre wrote:Keps, I do agree! That roll-neck sweater was absolutely hideous! No man could pull that off---I can't believe it was intended for male wear.

Elsa,

So glad you're here. This is a great thread!! You'll enjoy it!

Lol Deirdre! :hehe: I don't like roll-necks on women, either. Heck, I just don't like roll-necks, full stop! :mrgreen:

Keps wrote:

Lol Deirdre! :hehe: I don't like roll-necks on women, either. Heck, I just don't like roll-necks, full stop! :mrgreen:

YES Keps
YOU LIKE ROLL-NECKS,but you don't know it.
You're in love with ROLL-NECKS,full stop. :mrgreen: :hehe: :mrgreen: :hehe: :hehe:

yutakagr wrote:

YES Keps
YOU LIKE ROLL-NECKS,but you don't know it.
You're in love with ROLL-NECKS,full stop. :mrgreen: :hehe: :mrgreen: :hehe: :hehe:

*slaps yutakagr* :rofl:

Keps wrote:

*slaps yutakagr* :rofl:

Ha ha ha ha Keps
*slaps too Keps*
Where have you been dear?
Long time no see...
:dancing:

yutakagr wrote:


Ha ha ha ha Keps
*slaps too Keps*
Where have you been dear?
Long time no see...
:dancing:

*blocks Yutakagr's slaps* :hehe:

Long time no see? Me? I've been around lots lately! I always check out new posts on this thread, even if I don't post. :victory:

Keps wrote:

*blocks Yutakagr's slaps* :hehe:

Long time no see? Me? I've been around lots lately! I always check out new posts on this thread, even if I don't post. :victory:

I knew it!!!
Just testing...
1536 posts.... :nut: Keps is always around :hehe: :hehe:

yutakagr wrote:

I knew it!!!
Just testing...
1536 posts.... :nut: Keps is always around :hehe: :hehe:

:nyah: :rofl:

Hehe! You've got a long way to go to get to my level, with your 87 posts. :woot:

It's time for bed now (it's 11.40 pm here).
Good night Yutakagr and anyone else who might be reading. :victory:

You're absolutely right dear.
I bow to you.. :bow: :bow: :bow:
(Keps you're everywhere,in games,music,movies,e.t.c.,I could never compete you,with my 87 posts :puppydog: :hehe: :hehe: :hehe: )

yutakagr wrote:You're absolutely right dear.
I bow to you.. :bow: :bow: :bow:
(Keps you're everywhere,in games,music,movies,e.t.c.,I could never compete you,with my 87 posts :puppydog: :hehe: :hehe: :hehe: )

Hehe. Up off your knees, now! :hehe:
Still - remember that I have been a member more than a year longer than you, Yutakagr. :D

Keps wrote:

Hehe. Up off your knees, now! :hehe:
Still - remember that I have been a member more than a year longer than you, Yutakagr. :D

Double and triple bows,again and again :bow: :bow: :bow:
:bow: :bow: :bow:
Yeap,I know,but as I said,you're everywhere :applaud:
And Elsa, thanx again for these wonderful Yutaka pics :muack:
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Aaahhhhhh Yutakaaaaaa....faint again

Keps wrote:

*slaps yutakagr* :rofl:

Such violence in these hallowed threads... :hehe:

And treachorous behavior as well, claiming even our boy cant pull off a roll neck sweater... :beatyou: :beatyou:

(Im just sorry I couldnt find the darned sweater pic to repost it!!) :beaten: :victory:

Deirdre wrote:[img[image][/img]

Is this the roll neck sweater in question or is it the black turtleneck on page 44 of this thread? He has a 'come in out of the cold' feeling going on in this photo. Wouldn't you want to snuggle up to him on an icy winter's day? ;) :D


P.S. Thanks for all of the great pics! :woot: :applaud:

Oh yutakagr,glad to see you at here. :victory:
Enjoy every minute :rofl: :rofl:

Deirdre blinked her eyes open and looked around the room.
gSo youfre finally awake.h
Deirdre turned her head and saw a person dressed in white, moving around the room and checking the gauges and numbers on the many machines surrounding her bed.

gWhere am I?h Deirdre asked weakly, trying to sit up.
gThere, there dear. Donft try to move, youfre hooked up to alot of tubes and cords.h
gWhat is this place?h Deirdre asked clearly confused.
The woman smiled at her. gYoufre in an intensive care unit at Detroit Receiving Hospital.h
gHow, how long have I been here?h
gYou were brought in Saturday afternoon. You were unconscious. All your vital signs dangerously low.h
gWha, what happened to me?h Deirdre asked.

Suddenly, Deirdrefs husband appeared by her beside. gHoney, I thought wefd lost you.h
Deirdre looked at him. gWhat happened to me, Ted?h
Her husband bent closer. gI donft know babe. You came home from the post office all excited over some package from your friend in Greece\someone named Yutakagr. Then you disappeared into the house. I found you a few hours later passed out in front of your laptop. There was some kind of slide show on the monitor\hundreds of pictures of some gay looking Japanese guy.h
gHefs not gayh she said weakly. gHefs beautifulccall those pictures. All that beautyc..those lips, the dent in that chincthe silkychairc..h Deirdrefs eyes rolled into the back of her head and she slumped back on the bed.

Suddenly buzzers and beeps start going off and the nurse yells the code for emergency. There is a flurry of activity as the medical personnel try to stabilize Deirdre. The doctor grabs Deirdrefs husband by the arm.
gWefre doing everything we can, but you must keep her in a Yutaka-free zone. Any pictures of him could cause her to relapse. Her poor body simply overloaded on the photos her friend sentc.h

**Disclaimer:
Any characters resembling persons living or deceased is purely intentional! Thank you Yutakagr for the eye candy. Ifm still recovering!

elsa wrote:Oh yutakagr,glad to see you at here. :victory:
Enjoy every minute :rofl: :rofl:

Also glad to see you here dear Elsa!!:kiss2:

Deirdre wrote:Deirdre blinked her eyes open and looked around the room.
gSo youfre finally awake.h
Deirdre turned her head and saw a person dressed in white, moving around the room and checking the gauges and numbers on the many machines surrounding her bed.

gWhere am I?h Deirdre asked weakly, trying to sit up.
gThere, there dear. Donft try to move, youfre hooked up to alot of tubes and cords.h
gWhat is this place?h Deirdre asked clearly confused.
The woman smiled at her. gYoufre in an intensive care unit at Detroit Receiving Hospital.h
gHow, how long have I been here?h
gYou were brought in Saturday afternoon. You were unconscious. All your vital signs dangerously low.h
gWha, what happened to me?h Deirdre asked.

Suddenly, Deirdrefs husband appeared by her beside. gHoney, I thought wefd lost you.h
Deirdre looked at him. gWhat happened to me, Ted?h
Her husband bent closer. gI donft know babe. You came home from the post office all excited over some package from your friend in Greece\someone named Yutakagr. Then you disappeared into the house. I found you a few hours later passed out in front of your laptop. There was some kind of slide show on the monitor\hundreds of pictures of some gay looking Japanese guy.h
gHefs not gayh she said weakly. gHefs beautifulccall those pictures. All that beautyc..those lips, the dent in that chincthe silkychairc..h Deirdrefs eyes rolled into the back of her head and she slumped back on the bed.

Suddenly buzzers and beeps start going off and the nurse yells the code for emergency. There is a flurry of activity as the medical personnel try to stabilize Deirdre. The doctor grabs Deirdrefs husband by the arm.
gWefre doing everything we can, but you must keep her in a Yutaka-free zone. Any pictures of him could cause her to relapse. Her poor body simply overloaded on the photos her friend sentc.h

**Disclaimer:
Any characters resembling persons living or deceased is purely intentional! Thank you Yutakagr for the eye candy. Ifm still recovering!

:rofl: :rofl: :rofl: Dear Deirdre :hehe: :hehe:
You're funny :hehe: :hehe:
Finally you got the dvd's,I'm glad.
Hope you like them :D
Lets make 2 movies:1:''Deirdre's recovery''
and 2:''I love your junk''ha ha ha
(you know what i mean....)

Deirdre wrote:Deirdre blinked her eyes open and looked around the room.
gSo youfre finally awake.h
Deirdre turned her head and saw a person dressed in white, moving around the room and checking the gauges and numbers on the many machines surrounding her bed.

gWhere am I?h Deirdre asked weakly, trying to sit up.
gThere, there dear. Donft try to move, youfre hooked up to alot of tubes and cords.h
gWhat is this place?h Deirdre asked clearly confused.
The woman smiled at her. gYoufre in an intensive care unit at Detroit Receiving Hospital.h
gHow, how long have I been here?h
gYou were brought in Saturday afternoon. You were unconscious. All your vital signs dangerously low.h
gWha, what happened to me?h Deirdre asked.

Suddenly, Deirdrefs husband appeared by her beside. gHoney, I thought wefd lost you.h
Deirdre looked at him. gWhat happened to me, Ted?h
Her husband bent closer. gI donft know babe. You came home from the post office all excited over some package from your friend in Greece\someone named Yutakagr. Then you disappeared into the house. I found you a few hours later passed out in front of your laptop. There was some kind of slide show on the monitor\hundreds of pictures of some gay looking Japanese guy.h
gHefs not gayh she said weakly. gHefs beautifulccall those pictures. All that beautyc..those lips, the dent in that chincthe silkychairc..h Deirdrefs eyes rolled into the back of her head and she slumped back on the bed.

Suddenly buzzers and beeps start going off and the nurse yells the code for emergency. There is a flurry of activity as the medical personnel try to stabilize Deirdre. The doctor grabs Deirdrefs husband by the arm.
gWefre doing everything we can, but you must keep her in a Yutaka-free zone. Any pictures of him could cause her to relapse. Her poor body simply overloaded on the photos her friend sentc.h

**Disclaimer:
Any characters resembling persons living or deceased is purely intentional! Thank you Yutakagr for the eye candy. Ifm still recovering!

:hehe: :hehe: Oh my dear Deirdre :applaud:
You're a good playwright.Fell down from my chair
Yutaka-free zone wouldn't be found.
http://cinematoday.jp/page/A0001727
The lastest interview of our beloved
His side face, his cleft chin and his gracile fingers...
Need some tissue to wipe away my nosebleed

elsa wrote:
:hehe: :hehe: Oh my dear Deirdre :applaud:
You're a good playwright.Fell down from my chair
Yutaka-free zone wouldn't be found.
http://cinematoday.jp/page/A0001727
The lastest interview of our beloved
His side face, his cleft chin and his gracile fingers...
Need some tissue to wipe away my nosebleed

Aahhhh beloved Elsa...... :dancing:
Many many thanx for the link
Here is the tissue...
Give me one more please....aaahhhh :bow:

Elsa, thank you so much for the link. I didn't understand a single word of his interview but regardless of what he's saying, he comes across as thoughtful, gentle, just so sweet. I think I fell in love all over again. What a lovely person--what a lovely man!


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Yuta looks so natural holding this precious baby. Doesn't he look as though he's ready to be a Daddy? This man has such heart--I hope he finds someone to share his life. I hate to think of him being alone and lonely. (and don't I know that every one of us looking at this photo and sighing and thinking in their fantasy that this is their baby!! Happy dreams!)

Deirdre wrote:Elsa, thank you so much for the link. I didn't understand a single word of his interview but regardless of what he's saying, he comes across as thoughtful, gentle, just so sweet. I think I fell in love all over again. What a lovely person--what a lovely man!


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Yuta looks so natural holding this precious baby. Doesn't he look as though he's ready to be a Daddy? This man has such heart--I hope he finds someone to share his life. I hate to think of him being alone and lonely. (and don't I know that every one of us looking at this photo and sighing and thinking in their fantasy that this is their baby!! Happy dreams!)

Year Deirdre.
He looks ready to be a a daddy,an adorable one....but I think he said he has a good life ,being alone and although we think he is ready,he isn't yet.
(Isn't yet?he will never be...he isn't 25 anymore.ok he isn't an old man either but...if he decides to get married at 65 and get a 25 year old girl....then....he won't have any kids ever) :shakehead:
It's none of my business anyway :grumble:
If I was his sister I surely kicked his ass :beatyou: :beatyou: :beaten: