Why do women (well, mostly women) always do this? Blokes take pictures of the object they need to take a picture of. Women, well, apparently they need to be in the picture of they object that you can kind of see in the background.
No fussing about with adoption papers or immigrant details in 1963. Back then you could have your baby shipped to you in a box and you got the added bonus of those little nuggets of packing foam to play with later.
I don’t know what’s worse about this? The name, or the fact that the guy clearly isn’t white!
I can’t tell if this lighting arrangement is genius, dangerous, art, or all three?
Maybe it was Opposite Day?
I’m just going to leave this one here. I know not where it came from, or what it’s about but I want it to go away. Bizarre is not the word for this blood spurting figurine.
I know we’re supposed to be more pro-active about recycling but this may be taking things just a little to far.
Keep those babies fresh, young and as cute as a button for ever.
Probably safe to assume this is the position she spends most of her time in.
Warning – too much time in the tanning bed will turn you into a real-life Oompa Loompa.
I wonder if Helga knew that this was what she was sining up for when she became the Crandall’s nanny?
We’re manly men, we don’t need no stinking manuals.