So my wife took my youngest to have her picture taken. Did you know it would probably be easier visiting every used car dealer on the east coast than trying to say no to sheets and sheets of your own kid looking back at you? Yes they (the photographers) play on your love for your kids... Unashamedly. So we bit the hook, hell we are only human... and we have grandmothers out there. So here it is, our angel.
Also if you happen to go to the mall in Savannah... just look around. Oh my god!!! I think if I just went to the mall with a camera and/or a journal and wrote down things I saw... that I should not see. Well if I weren't such a busy man I think I would make a blog about it. Boobs, ass cracks, big ginormous man boobies, a grown woman in her 50-60's scared to go on the escalator, kids dressed in pajamas... it baffles the mind. I know you can go to your local Wal-mart and see some shit, but that don't hold a candle to going to the mall. Good lord, I'm happy to just get out of there unharmed.
3 comments:
First of all, she's beautiful!!
Second, so are my grandsons, but there was no need for my SIL to get so into photographing them at Gregg Russell's Harbourtown kiddy performance that he was "recognized" from the mic along the lines of "Don't mind him; he's just weird Uncle Harold." Talk about mortified.
Third, there used to be pages and pages of people photographed at Wal-Mart. Kind of mean, but funny.
I meant to say "a blog somewhere with pages and pages..."
Do you mean http://www.peopleofwalmart.com/ Oh that is funny...
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