I was all like 'hey Gimp, take that!' and the Gimp was like 'Hey you knocked my hat crooked!' and I was like 'You know you love it' and the Gimp's like '(chuckling) Yah, I do.'
Thursday, June 30, 2011
Growing Girls
Wednesday, June 29, 2011
Trompe Vous-Meme?
Tuesday, June 28, 2011
Dark
Friday, June 24, 2011
Narcissus
One of the reasons I love ebay so much, and half the reason I post is because I find it wonderful how people reveal themselves through these pictures.
Let's think this through. AEMs take pictures facing mirrors because they don't have someone to take a picture of them *wearing* the item. Otherwise, you would just hang the item on a hook and snap a photo of it. This self-lovin' lady decides she simply wants to be in the picture, and really likes what she sees.
Thursday, June 23, 2011
You Can Pay In String
Monkey Paws
Wednesday, June 22, 2011
Ladder Lovers
Friends of AEM may know that I'm vaguely obsessed with amateurs using ladders as props. I love ladders because they have no practical application to the scene whatsoever (just touching up the ceiling here in my pageant dress!), and I'm convinced that amateurs love them because it gives their hands, arms and feet something to do instead of just hanging there.
Tuesday, June 21, 2011
Friday, June 17, 2011
Commanding!
Thursday, June 16, 2011
Semi Cute
Crack is Whack
Wednesday, June 15, 2011
Before & Never
Friday, June 10, 2011
Words of Wisdom
Paint The Town
Thursday, June 9, 2011
So Bright, Gotta Wear Shades
Peek A Shoe!
Wednesday, June 8, 2011
Don't
Flood of Gratitude
Monday, June 6, 2011
Friday, June 3, 2011
Y'All Buy Ma Socks, Y'Hear?
Helping Hands
Thursday, June 2, 2011
Tableau
Yikes!
Wednesday, June 1, 2011
Blech
Slice of Life
I do so, so love these slice of life pictures people use to sell clothes. In this case, a literal slice...of cake. No, you can't see the dress at all. Yes, there's a giant unattractive scalp front and center. But it captures such a natural, celebratory moment that I just love it. Of course, if it is a (2nd, I'm guessing) wedding, where is the groom? Ah well.
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