Prom pictures that are (to be blunt) not good. I think I come closest to number 3. Number 9 is definitely my parents.


Three Replies to I Know His Name Was Bob (Thanks, Amy)

Amy Austin | November 1, 2007
On #4... they call it "Abe Lincoln meets Tammy Faye Baker" -- I call it "Slash meets Perla Ferrar"!

(And, actually... I *do* love that crushed velvet jacket.)

Amy Austin | November 1, 2007
"I know his name was Bob"??? Some prom date!

You should have titled this entry with that one, Farf.

Steve West | November 1, 2007
Good idea.


Web Junkie

Steve West scours the Web searching for interest or absurdity and then shakes his head ruefully when he finds it. Read more »

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Crash Test Your Car

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Not a new site at all but one I hope everyone will enjoy if you haven't already. If you've seen it before, hope you'll find something new. Very clever re-enactments if only for the editorial difficulty in condensing a film down to 30 seconds. Go »

Odds And Ends (Definitely Odds)

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