Look out local business sector, that's a red power tie speaking! This is, without a doubt, the most doofusy I have ever looked. Check out the baby mullet creeping around from the back. You'll notice the jeans peeking out from below, like I'm Uncle Jesse from Full House; too cool for the slacks.
"Look into my eyes, and you will see, what... you mean... to me...."
This is apparently my "dreamy face" shot. Obviously done by someone that knows his photography, and didn't have to resort to any Glamor Shots tomfoolery with a fist up by my face.
Ok, we're kicking the sexy factor up a few notches here. We have the bedroom eyes, the gold chain, the Body Glove t-shirt, hands folded, and authentic outdoor scenery, compliments of the local 4-H horse show field.
I'm wondering exactly how far to the west my part can go. I'm almost into comb-over territory as it is. To give an example of this era, within a 5 mile radius, Motley Crue's Dr. Feelgood is being jammed to in a '84 Camaro.
Bow chicka wow wow!
Man, I really don't think it gets any hotter than this! Check out those tight ass jean shorts, appropriately cuffed at that. Heaven forbid they start to fray any!
Those whiter than white K-Swisses made my feet smell like dog milk cheese, but they were sure sharp back then.
I know what you're thinking; "How can it get any better than this!" Well, it can, and does.Here we have it. The penultimate senior picture. Sitting on the hood of my 1990 Mustang LX (25th anniversary no less). Many a street corner was power-slided around, with windows down and Guns 'N Roses blaring from the Pioneer 6x9's. Bass was in it's infancy at this time.
If you young people ever wondered what pegging your jeans meant, where there you go. Not only do you get to show an additional 2 inches of high water rise, but if your good you can cut off your circulation and have your feet fall asleep.
Let the fapping commence!
