Last week, I was over at my dad’s, going through old photographs. There were some great ones of Dad as a child, as well as a gorgeous pic of his parents’ wedding (naturally, before he was a child), and other shots of him with his brothers, as kids and adults.
But did Amy want to see any of that stuff? NO! She was much more interested in the photo below, from when I was 18 years old and bore a mind-blowing resemblance to Napoleon Dynamite (not as good as this guy’s resemblance, but still):
Sigh. She plans on sending it to all of her friends who haven’t met me yet, to show them what a catch her future husband is.
Update: Shut up! I turned out to be all decent-looking and stuff! See? Even if I did have bad facial hair. . .
did you tell her it was the day of your High School graduation?
It’s a good thing you’ve got a lot of skills …
It’s going on the cocktail napkins, too, right?
I had those glasses, only in “clear,” because it’s “feminine.”
………I love your sleeves……..and are you still drinking 1% because you think you’re fat??
Tigger makes those picture equally disturbing.
Because I know how good-looking you are now, I can only say this: JESUS GIL! Someone let you have that hair and the girl glasses? Where were your friends?
They were forming a circle just out of camera range to keep people from running up and kicking his ass.
Um, his friends were looking just as bad as he was.
It’s the look of disappointed, resigned contempt on Bo’s face that makes the whole thing priceless.
Are you kidding? That’s Bo smiling!