Here’s a factual fact about me.
I enjoy photoshop… a lot. You know, like chopping and placing my face in the most ridiculous places and/or movie scenes and/or album covers and/or the moon? Currently, my template face resembles bitchy resting face – which is why it is most enjoyable. If you are unaware of bitchy resting face, here it is.
One of my latest creations is from a famous Dirty Dancing scene. You know the one, right?
Yep, of course you know it.
For obvious reasons I won’t post my creation, because, according to this, I am a figment of your imagination.
No matter how realistic things may look, there must be a point where logic kicks in, right? I mean, let’s connect the dots here.
Dot connecting: Oh hey, that dude is dead (dot A) and actually, he was in that sexy dancing movie (dot B).
And that, my friends, is my intro to the Quote of the fucking day.
McHuh: Zomg! Cool! …. this is so cool.
Me: Bhaha, ya I totally met his ghost.
McHuh: What? <bends in for a closer look> Sooo… where is this? Where did you meet?
Me: Camp kellerman?
McHuh: <awkward silence>
Me: It’s Dirty Dancing.
McHuh: oh so… wait? what? Is this you?
Me: Ya. You know, photoshop. It’s my head.
McHuh: Sooo? where WAS it?
Me: Omfg. I chopped my purdy little head off and put it on the this most famous scene from a most famous movie. I use photoshop. It’s a program. I use it make things. Things that are not real. Said program is needed for my job. You know, the place I work? You know, where you also work? Ya, that place. Fuck.
Dot A + Dot B =