Just four good friends ... and one invisible pair of butt cheeks. Nailed ya, suckers!
Merry Christmas, guys. In the spirit of the season, I got you this MASSIVE PHOTOBOMB! Man, I am making the craziest face behind that dude in the blue track jacket! Trust me!
I call this masterpiece Le Photobomb Du Jour. Oh man, I got these kids gooooood! (I am pretending that I'm licking that girl's purse.)
Last Halloween, I went as myself ... a professional PHOTOBOMBER! Great posing with you, ladies! Too bad you STILL have no idea that I'm doing an insane face right in the middle of your "fun" group picture. Nailed! (I went to that club with you guys afterward, too. Just for a second, though. It was reeeeeally lame. Hit me up if you guys want to hang at some actually fun places.)
They seemed like good people. Not one of my better photobombs, admittedly. (I'm just giving bunny ears to the two people on the right. That's all I could muster up. Why am I posting this? I don't know. It's just nice, I guess.)
I'm pretty lonely. There are a lot of things I haven't done with my life.
I've never been married, of course. Or even part of a wedding. I hung out at this one, just to get the feel for it. I'm posing with the groomsmen here, smiling. They seemed like nice guys.
I once photobombed myself by photoshopping myself making a crazy face into a self-portrait that I had previously taken. For a while, I thought that was the apex, the piece de resistance of the whole idea and practice of photobombing.
Now it seems kinda pathetic.
But this is what I do. People think that being invisible is what I do, but it's not. Invisible is what I am. There's a difference. Invisibility is what I was given; arranging hilarious photobomb situations by using my innate talents is what I create. It is what I put into this world to make it more fun, more joyous. It's not just for me -- it's for everybody.
By the way, guys, don't look now, but there's a full moon behind you (a.k.a. my invisible ass).
They seemed like good people. Not one of my better photobombs, admittedly. (I'm just giving bunny ears to the two people on the right. That's all I could muster up. Why am I posting this? I don't know. It's just nice, I guess.)
I'm pretty lonely. There are a lot of things I haven't done with my life.
I've never been married, of course. Or even part of a wedding. I hung out at this one, just to get the feel for it. I'm posing with the groomsmen here, smiling. They seemed like nice guys.
I once photobombed myself by photoshopping myself making a crazy face into a self-portrait that I had previously taken. For a while, I thought that was the apex, the piece de resistance of the whole idea and practice of photobombing.
Now it seems kinda pathetic.
But this is what I do. People think that being invisible is what I do, but it's not. Invisible is what I am. There's a difference. Invisibility is what I was given; arranging hilarious photobomb situations by using my innate talents is what I create. It is what I put into this world to make it more fun, more joyous. It's not just for me -- it's for everybody.
By the way, guys, don't look now, but there's a full moon behind you (a.k.a. my invisible ass).
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