Feel the heat.
(submitted by Clint)
It was the only way to get her to talk.
(submitted by Hollie)
He wasn’t always such a posse magnet.
(kindly submitted by Adrien Grenier)
Some lessons are taught the hard way.
(submitted by Lindsey)
“I’m the pissed-off one dressed in high style 80’s neon on the far right, two feet away from Mom and my grandmother who clearly think the occasion warrants a bit more elegance than I do. (And yes, it really was mother’s day).”
(submitted by Valerie)
“As was tradition in our family, we were taking our first day of school photos. The cat, Cuddles, had been posing with us in some of our earlier shots and then ran off. I was whining because I wanted to have the cat in the pictures. My brother, intolerant of my whining, punched me and told me to shut up. This made me cry and I started crying harder when I realized my mom was still taking pictures.”
(submitted by Jennifer)
It’s all self-defense to her.
(submitted by Jana)
“This is me somewhere around 1981-82 with a demon at a local haunted house that ran every year. I was addicted to horror movies as a kid (and still am) so whenever the haunted house started up, I’d beg my mom let me to go in with the lights off. After an endless amount of badgering, she finally let me go through in the dark. Expecting me to come running back out screaming, she stayed by the entrance only to see me come bouncing out the exit with a huge smile on my face. To commemorate this, she let me pose for a picture with the demon. As you can see, my smile refused to fade even a little bit and I was probably more than a little overdressed for the occasion.”
(submitted by Lonnie)
“My dad loved motorcycles. This is him on his Yamaha with me in back and my 2 year old brother bungee corded to the seatback.”
(submitted by Miranda)
She was exercising her freedom to not give a damn.
(submitted by Nikki)