He was going for jolly.
(submitted by Kerstin)
Imitation is the sincerest form of flattery… or so they say.
(submitted by Tianne)
It feels good to be surrounded by the ones you love.
(submitted by Ryan)
“Here is a picture I drew for my dad when I was 8 years old back in the day (1999). I have no idea why I decided to draw a devilish pig, with flames bursting in the background, because he is a good guy. Hmmm, if that’s my dad, I wonder what that makes me?”
(submitted by Adam)
Even sounding like you have money can’t buy you love.
(submitted by Keith)
You started the game. He finished it.
(submitted by Ian)
“When I was in first grade I did a ventriloquist act in the talent show at school. When it came time for school photos, we were given the option of including a prop in our portraits, so I thought it would be a great idea to be photographed with my dummy. I was secretly terrified of that thing and couldn’t sleep if it was in my room.”
(submitted by Taylor)
“Yes, this is my family. I am the smallest conehead. In a brilliant wave of genius, my mother thought she had come to the ultimate family Halloween costume. She found these smelly, rubber coneheads at a some long forgotten costume shop. We were all a little uncomfortable with it, but with only a few short days until Halloween complete with invite to yearly Halloween party, where were constantly berated and ridiculed for our costumes by this bougie family who seemingly had NO END to there arsenal of elaborate Halloween costume ideas. So, we went to the party, and after a few dull roars from the crowd of party-goers, the bougie family swooped in to steal our thunder donned as the ENTIRE cast of the Never Ending Story…yep… even Valkor.”
(submitted by Maggie)
“This is a photo of my daughter Kate holding Petunia with a hamster ball stuck on her head. My daughter got ths cute hamster as a birthday present. It came with a cage, food, water bottle etc, and this ball. We put the hamster in it to use it then we washed it and put it away. It must have dropped on the ground because the next thing I hear is something hitting the walls of our hall. There is Petunia with her head jammed in the ball wildly running around trying to get it off. It had the hamster’s smell still in it and she is one curious pug…Thank God the thing had air holes!”
(submitted by Barbara)
She decided to kill two birds with one stone.
(submitted by Blake)