Well thanks. You’re not so bad yourself but if you don’t mind me saying, there’s something on your upper lip.
So here’s me last summer, 2 days before i had to go to 3 weddings.
My chin was in the wrong place during a sparring match.
I wish I were as cool as dorjan. 
Yes, MY GOD! You look terrible in that photo! I’m amazed you’ve posted that on the internet!
When did this happen? Why wasn’t I told about it?
Yeah, that’s my Italian side coming out. 
Holy hell EuroMDGuy your passport photo cracked me up!
Shut up! It’s a bad picture because it doesn’t look like me. Plus I look like I could eat someone’s soul.
Now I feel the need to redeem myself by finding a truly horrible picture of myself.
While you do look like quite the meanie, I am already in love due in no small part to the glasses and the hair.
You can see several really unflattering pictures of me as I explore an abandoned mental hospital here. I’m the spud in the black cap and denim jacket.
Oh great. Photobucket’s not good enough for you. Way to start a technological arms race. We’ll have live, streaming, embarassing, video on here before long.
That was me dressed as a satyr for a feast. The legs were made for somebody with a bigger belly than mine, so rather than sucking in my gut, I had to pooch it out otherwise the pants would have fallen down, and I wasn’t wearing much under them…
Oh boy. Here we go.
Here’s a pretty unpleasant one from a couple Decembers ago. The beard, the angle, the expression all combine to in a bad-photo trifecta!
To compensate: a truly awe-inspiring profile shot of me from around the same time (maybe a couple weeks later). The most astounding thing about this photo is that it wasn’t posed. However, I still look hideous, just intensely and impressively hideous (note the ol’ zit scab at the corner of my moustache. Mmmm)
And, finally: hair cut, beard shaved, drunk as a really drunk person. Not too much different from how I look now, though I tend to appear a little bit more aware of the world around me.
Actually, I just thought of a worse one: me and my friend Lola (not her real name, but we all call her that, so you can, too. Same period of time as the first two, but with my hair unleashed, and lookin’ baaaaad. And my hand is on her shoulder, by the way.
Yes, doing the whole “I’m in college and I’m going to grow a beard” thing seems to yield a plethora of hideous pictures. I have since realized the error of my ways. But you all get to reap the rewards of that foolish time.
Gah. You all are amateurs!!!
Me and my six chins unwrap the autographed Bing Crosby pic I got for christmas.
And you people that have drunk pics…you don’t know what drunk is!!! Behold, me at a slumber party at my friends house!
I’m the one on the right about to fall over.
I will now go hang my head in shame.
Not to comment on your photos, but is your username a description or a command?
It’s a character from the Johnny the Homicidal Maniac comic books, also tattooed on my shoulder (sadly not visible in either of my unflattering photos. 
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Haha, thanks bouv . You’re one of the few familiar faces I’ve seen 'round these parts!
For the record, I was being chased by a lighthouse named Blinkie in that photo op. Don’t ask.
Sheesh. I swear, I know the picture of me I want here. It was right before Christmas, and the Bus Kid took a picture of me trying to put a little reindeer head/doorknob decoration on one of the cats. I have this evil Dr. Moreau look on my face and I look like I gained 100 pounds.
Once I find it, I swear it’ll go up here.
Until that time, enjoy the spectacle that is me this past summer at the NASCAR race in Joliet. I am the creature in the yellow Goofy shirt, his face stuffed with unkown food. This is the morning after a huge party at my house, where apparantly my friend on the left convinced me to get up at 6 am and sit in the 95 degree heat and drink and eat even more than I had the day of the party.
I know, I was goofin’. 
Damn, you even dress like a bus!
Your hardcore Mr Bus Guy 
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CMC