Tuesday, January 22, 2008

Fun with Google Image Search: senior portrait

Old Spice High, Class of 1897

Clark Kent: The Early Years, brought to you by Olan Mills


Photo shoot for sanitary napkin commercial? Or school photographer a centimeter away from illegal?

YOU MAKE THE CALL.

Uh...whoa.

Think this one already had a run-in with the photographer a few shots above.

Bro, what's up, bro?

Easy there, Gretchen. That's a horse, not a boyfriend.

Dude, my brother caught the same thing down in Singapore.


8 comments:

Anonymous said...

you make me laugh when you have lots of time to yourself in the evenings.

Especially the last comment.

And hey! Don't make fun of me! I just started taking beach pictures...y'know, for the kids. I mean, to show off the kids. Um, I mean, to make the kids happy.

Um.

Shit.

WeAreWere said...

omg. these are great. in 1987 when my sister graduated, one of her senior portraits was her hugging a giant plastic crayon. in mine, i was standing in a field, posing in a studio fake wooden barn backdrop, and touching a greek column...all in awesome thrift store clothes i wish i still had.

Anonymous said...

The last one made me laugh so hard I nearly hurt myself.

Carly said...

I used to work at a portrait studio. Be it known, that I'm 99% sure that bat is actually on fire -- we did this in the studio regularly. Flaming volleyballs. Flaming footballs. If you could play a sport with it, we'd light it on fire.

SuMo said...

Whoa! Is that the Gorton's Fisherman's daughter?! HAHAH! These are GREAT! And uhm... the cross-eyed cat with the indian headdress... uhm. Yeah.

SuMo said...

OMG! Is that the Gorton's Fisherman's daughter?! HAHAH! These are GREAT! And... the cross-eyed cat with the indian headdress... uhm. What?!

SuMo said...

OMG! Is that the Gorton's Fisherman's daughter?! HAHAHAHA! These are great!! And... the cross-eyed cat with the indian headdress... WHATV?!

Chris Shadoian Fossett said...

We've all seen people posturing with sports equipment, tryin' to look slutty/classy, and as clueless about their scrotum-chins as the crabs living on 'em are about, well, you know. But... the HELL is that fourth one down?

I take my headdress off to him.