Alright, we'll switch it up a little... Let's see some faces ya wimps.
A hilarious photo of the bastard cat forcing the cute cat to do something naughty...
A photo of my dad, whom I had just caught eating nachos and salsa. Out of a bowl. With a spoon. At 9:30 in the morning.
When I worked at the pizza shop, this is the sort of notes we'd get from my boss, who was an ex-military man and frequently abusive (but only in the most hilarious way possible).
This guy once did some awful things to me when I was passed out. I waited seven years, and then got him back far, far worse. This was early on in the face vandalism: by the end of the night, his entire upper body was covered in steel pen ink, and most of the work was done by a cute black stripper who was working this bachelor party. Revenge is a dish best served cold.
Speaks for itself.
My beautiful wife getting out of her ride to the wedding. It is a 1930s something-or-another coupe owned by her uncle, lovingly restored and maintained. Damned cool car. I didn't take this photo, and I'm not in it, but what the hell. Sue me.
When my wife started doing theatrical makeup, she tried to make it look like the drug-infected arm from Requiem For A Dream. Not bad for the first time.
My wives horrifying Halloween costume last year. I couldn't even look at her. So, so much more disturbing IRL. Whenever she'd walk into a bar, people would go quiet.