So, it’s that time of year, family and friends back home have been asking me send some updated pictures of me, my husband, the cats, etc. so they can print them, frame them, or stuff them away in a folder.
One of the pictures I sent out, though not the greatest, was the best picture I could nab of Sebastian on short notice, with some apologies and promises that a better one would come later, if anyone cared.
However, this is the picture that prompted more laughs and “WTF?” e-mail replies I’ve gotten in a long, long time. You see, people weren’t looking at the cat. They saw this.
Yes! Yes, that is a bike helmet, hanging from the handle of… a stationary bike. :smack:
No, I don’t wear it when I ride it, but I did go for a *real * bike ride, and that was the handiest place to hang my helmet when I came inside.
But does anyone believe this?
No!
Does anyone else have a picture that speaks lies?
I don’t have a copy of the pic (I believe I issued a decree that they all be destroyed!) but when I was about 17, someone took a photograph of me and two friends swimming in a backyard pool. Everybody else looks normal in the photograph, but I’m in the middle of shooting across the pool underwater.
Something about the way the light hit the water and the way the water rippled around me - I don’t know exactly what but some evil effect makes it seem as though I am completely naked, despite the fact that I was wearing swimmers.
There is a clear body shape under the water, and right in the two places where there ought to be swimwear - there is a flesh coloured blur! I admit that it would be hard for anyone looking to think that the person in the water is anything other than nude - but dammit - I wasn’t. I’ve spent many an afternoon trying to convince people of it. It doesn’t help that my friends like to introduce the photo as ‘Ooooh… and this is the photo where she’s NAKED! Sqeeeeal!’
sigh
I still don’t think it’s as funny as yours, Anastasaeon
This made me laugh until I had tears in my eyes. Yes, I know, I’ve stated before here on the Dope that I’m pretty casual with the nudity thing, but usually, when I get ready to take pictures of the cats and I’m home alone, I don’t make a habit of shedding my kit and getting down on the floor to chase the cats down with the camera…
However, now that you mention it, perhaps it is those extra millimetres of cloth between me and the floor that is preventing from getting that perfect angle…
That’s hilarious. After the cat, it was the first thing I noticed in that picture. I was wondering if I should ask about it, but by then I’d read more of the op.
I’m baffled how anybody could think of Anastasaeon as male. Everything she writes has that gentle (but wonderful) whiff of female-itude. I just don’t get it.
Honey, the next time that tall, dark, bone-meltingly hot guy with the twinkly smile and great buns walks by in the coffee shop, I’ll snag him just for you. Promise.
