She looks like a beard. A big, bushy oh-your-dad's-gonna-be-so-pissed-that-he-paid-for-that-wedding beard.
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It's a sick game. We psychoanalyze people in pictures. We make up their backstories. And we have a lot of fun doing it.
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She looks like she is happy she took that job at the mortuary. She never could get a good looking boyfriend in the past, but this guy was perfect--although a little stiff and heavier to hold up than she had expected.
He looks like he is so happy that when you are 15 all you need is an armband tattoo and a lot of hair product for the girls want to go out with you. He's also glad that the pretty shy girls have ultra conservative parents that avoid the sex talk all together. He's been able to convice her that oral sex is required of her every day or her might die of cancer, but that she can't tell anyone that because he doesn't want anyone to treat him differently if they know he's sick.
Life is so good right now he not even worrying about what will happen when he grows up and girls actually want a guy with substance (or the ability to grow body hair).
Yep, everything is perfect. Or at least it would be if he could just remember her name.
Jeez, post something!
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