She was not Tiger’s first choice.
(submitted by Lucy)
“This is a photo of my sister and me, taken around 1991 (she is on the right, I’m on the left). I remember being incredibly grumpy that day, as I loathed getting our photos taken for three reasons:
1.) I had to sleep in uncomfortable curlers the night before, which always made for a poor night’s rest.
2.) I hated being dressed as twins, especially since my sister and I are not twins.
3.) Wearing identical “Spumoni” sweatshirts: Spumoni was a line of clothing from the late eighties that appealed to young girls with its screen-print overkill: it utilized repetitive patterns of dogs, cats, flowers, and bows–resplendently displayed as puffy white vinyl designs. While I had been fine wearing this sweatshirt two years before, donning this again at eleven did not hold the same charm as it once did, and thus walking through the mall to the Sears Portrait Studio felt like a death march. However, I am sure my mother believed that my sister and I were simply darling in our matching attire with complimenting curls, so this photo bears witness to that crappy day so long ago.”
(submitted by Brenna)
A failed pre-curser to the “Got Milk?” campaign.
(submitted by Rachel)
He did what he had to do.
(submitted by Michael)
They need to call their sponsor.
(submitted by Joey)
You’re gonna need a bigger background.
(submitted by Emily)
“So my father was a police officer and was generally very up-to-date on techniques for ensuring child safety. That meant that anytime we went on vacation as a family to a place with the slightest crowd, all four of us had to wear the same t-shirts so that we could easily be spotted in a crowd. I’m the cool kid on the right with the Flock of Seagulls haircut, wearing my shirt as a dress apparently. I guess these shirts weren’t nearly effective enough either since they were later replaced with bright purple t-shirts with various dinosaurs on each”
(submitted by Matt)
When Mom comes up with our costume, you can be sure she has thought it through.
(submitted by Donny)
Someone didn’t get the memo.
(submitted by Deneen)
“Here I am when I was probably 8 years old. I wish I could find some of this stuff; it might be worth something. Believe it or not….I’m a married man now.”
(submitted by Michael)