Well, the greatest photo of me anyway. 
It was my Stag Do last week and we had a group photo done to commemorate the event:
(Photo perfectly worksafe)
One of the participants is now actively planning on proposing to his missus as well, simply so he has an excuse to go get another one done.
There is actually 1 other doper and 2 ex-dopers in there as well thouggh i doubt anyone would recognise them!
Oh my god. Yeah, you’re a doper for sure. 
So who’s you and who’s who?
First, which one are you? Second, do you guys own those clothes?
i’m the guy in the middle rocking the chainmail/red tabbard.
And no - not our clothes. Hence why one of the party is indulging in the great british tradition of cross dressing - the photo place didn’t have enough period costumes for 9 blokes 
Ok, as long as you guys don’t own the clothes, that picture rocks! 
When I was a kid I took one of those old west type photos and the same thing happened. There were something like 6-8 of us, and they ran out of skirts. So there I am, standing there in bloomers.
I own those clothes. 
Who is the princess? She’s a real hottie.
For the record, the other doper present is:
Crusoe (Rear. Second from right)
And the former dopers are:
Confessor Knight (Rear. Far right. Ironically not dressed as a Confessing Knight)
paulberserker (Middle. Far right.* Ironically not the guy dressed as the Viking Berserker)
hmmmm… we didn’t really think that through…
*"fook off. I’m a fooking TEMPLAR. T’only 'at a true Crusader would wear is a top 'at.
I have the utmost respect for you then - that Chainmail is fucking heavy.
That is awesome!
Oh, and congratulations on your pending nuptials!
Nice…
Don’t be sad. At least you don’t live in your mother’s basement.
Truly, that is an awesome photo.
But sorry, any photo that contains the caveat “photo perfectly worksafe” cannot, by definition, be the greatest photo ever taken.
I observe that Milady’s footwear is not period.
Okay, Crusoe’s good lookin’.
Oh yeah… 
What is that whole thing about “in your parent’s basement” anyway? I would think someone who was living at home would just sleep in a regular bedroom. Where I grew up there was no bathroom or shower in the basement, no kitchen, and the only way out was through the house. Are finished basements more common than I’m aware of, or what?
DUDE.
That is all.
It’s a crack on stereotype geeks who don’t have real lives and can’t invite girls over because they don’t have a place- they still live in their mother’s basement in their 30’s…