“I recreated a photo of me from 1991. Apparently 23 years is enough time to realize that you don’t believe in fairy tales anymore. Even if you dress like you are in one.”
(submitted by Laura)
Why are you still looking at this photo? You could be eating prawns.
(submitted by Simone in Australia)
“This was taken Easter morning in 1986. That’s me and my little sister (14 years younger than me) I had come home from college for the weekend and must have been out the night before. I obviously wasn’t too happy about having to wake up early for Easter festivities. I think when my Mom took this picture, she was just happy to have her son home from college to help celebrate the holiday. The contrast of my little sister all frou frou in her new Sunday dress and me barely dressed and sporting cheesy glasses and a sleazy mustache is just too much.”
(submitted by John)
“The place: Rural southern Illinois. The time: mid 1980s. The stylin’ dude sitting on the hood of the Nissan 280Z would be yours truly. Mullet: check. Shirtless: check. Red suspenders: check. Shades : check. Black suede Robin Hood bootie thingies: check. The hot gal sitting on the hood of the Mazda between me and the barn mailbox? Why, that would be my sister, of course. Lesson: Sometimes hillbilly stereotypes exist for a reason.”
(submitted by Scott)
Go ahead. Get married, suckers.
(submitted by Lynsay)
You have to love the Mom who compares her children to both Sloth and Gollum.
(submitted by Michelle in Australia)
She doesn’t care about the whole “only in self-defense” part.
(submitted by Jeff)
“While we were visiting our grandparents in south Texas, we made a trip across the border where my little brother picked up a sweet switchblade comb. As an added bonus, you can see my grandpa’s brother, Fritz, fixing us some lunch with his grill set on top of another grill.”
(submitted by Jacob)
There was a mix-up on the carriage order.
(submitted by Kimberly)