When life gives you lemons, dress in matching outfits, head on down to the local photographer, get your family portrait taken, and post your family portrait on the internet so that I can compile another installment of 20 Photo Sessions That Should Have Never Happened.
Until you do, enjoy these 20 Photo Sessions That Should Have Never Happened.
The baby is the only one who realizes how completely gay dressing up as Lord of the Rings characters for the family Christmas photo is.
A hundred bucks says he grows up to be one of those trench-coat wearing types who kills their family — and this little guy, at age 17, will follow through with the stereotype — unless big frodobro in the back beats him to it.
Nothing says douchebag like seven douchebags being douchebags — Then they had to go and flex their muscles.
Is that a young Michael Phelps on the far left?
Points for being patriotic, but what the fuck is going on here? Are two photographers taking pictures in the studio at the same time and the couple couldn’t decide which camera to look at?
Oh, wait, these two can’t afford studio time… When I said “two photographers” I meant, “his mom” and “her mom”.
I can’t figure out if the person standing middle back is a boy or a girl — possibly the family’s maid?
I see the mom wears black bunny ears and the father and son standing on the left both wear baby-pink ears. The fact that the person standing in the back also wears baby-pink bunny ears leads me to believe this is in fact a boy — because wearing baby-pink bunny ears makes you a man — at least in this family.
Though, no one is getting laid any time soon so I guess it doesn’t really matter.
So I’ll let the photo speak for its subject.
I can’t decide what is more awkward, that a) he doesn’t want to passionately embrace the chick because he’ll have to grab onto her jolly jelly rolls, or b) that she cannot sit comfortably in his lap because his stomach is in the way.
Next time, take the picture standing up — And maybe not wear the zip-up-collared-athletic-wear that clearly hasn’t been getting very much use.
What’s with the shoes above the heads… and the zebra-print 3/4 sleeve jacket… and the astroturf floor… and all the crap going on in the background… and the wait a sec, if you take her out of that hot pink dog house, she’s kinda cute…
C’mon Mario, you got this buddy, front and center.
OK, good, much better…
Now smile, annnnnnnd say cheeeeee…
*Wonnk* (the sound of his eyes crossing)
Dammit Mario, look at the camera…
*he looks up cross eyed at the camera-man*
Ah, fuck it.
You can get away with the little gray stuffed animal on the left, people will still think you’re kind of strange, but no stranger than you already look.
Now, if you get overzealous and throw in the massive stuffed penguin that takes up about as much screen space as your kids, people start asking questions.
When you reach into his jar of honey he shoots you in the face and steals your shoes.
No one’s putting this up on their fridge, except maybe me.
Nothing says classy like a naked, pregnant, tattooed, bleach tipped, earring wearing, subtle ass-grab in front of a mystical matte-painting, through a soft focus lens.
Steve, you know, you can call me Dad too you know…
The little matchstick in the middle got it bad.
Dad makes the whole family twisterfuck just so he can say he was in four states at the same time, which is another way of saying, check out these triceps, pussy.
If you guessed the guy wearing the Canadian Tuxedo (all of them?) sucking on some persian chick-stache, you’re wrong.
If you guessed the kid sitting on the windowsill that has his leg up to hide the fact that he has a hard on, you are correct.
“Uh, that is my son, stupid.”
Once the little girl starts playing with dad’s faux junk they might as well be naked, because explicit pedo-incest, I assume, is much less disturbing than seeing pedo-incest and then realizing it’s only faux pedo-incest that looks identical to real pedo-incest — mindfuck.
This is what happens after Ted Haggard does some crystal meth and has sex with someone in your family tree.
Nothing says happy holidays like the denim-clad Goldsteins vertical-spooning one another and nutting themselves on the tree branch in the backyard.
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