I was supposed to appear on a prominent talk show to discuss birth control, but I pulled out at the last second.
So, I decided to create this slideshow instead.
There are times in life when the focus of a photograph should have been directed elsewhere. Any photo of Snooki instantly comes to mind as an example, excluding, of course, that time that dude punched her square in her spray tanned Oompa - Loompaish face.
I could watch that on a 24 hour looped channel for months on end.
But the age old art of photobombing is now a time honoured tradition, much like whacking off in paddocks during electrical storms with a woollen sock over your junk to try and obtain electrical superpowers. Often, the best aspect of a photo is entirely inadvertent, or at least not meant to appear as the centrepiece.
What follows is a compilation of the finest examples of photobombing that I was able to rustle up between trying to freeze my farts to see if I could make poop crystals.
Enjoy this visual muffinload of dogwank... Or don't. Go and play with Cancer for all I care. You'll only end up doing whatever you want to anyway. You always do. Why don't you go and tell Bruce Springsteen to get a new nickname, since you're already 'The Boss'. Go on. Do it.
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Where are the finger holes?
They call me El Chupacabra!
What? I have a condition. Boneritis. Yeah. That's it.
Motherfucking Dave Grohl is inside your brain!
The Beach. Woman scratching her crotch. A joke about Crabs in the making.
Baby Hitler is not amused!
If I pull your string, will you talk? I LOVE those toys!
Pederast lover? Can you, like, fuck offski? I'm trying to look cool here...
Kriss Kross will make you jump!
I need to be inside of you, Holmes. I can't quit you.
You KNOW what this is an allusion to, right?
Titty? YAY! Ginger titty? Ewwwww.
Corky loved going to baseball between "Life goes on" shoots.
What use would they have for that doll? For realsies?
Wait a minute... This isn't "Macguyver"!
Sodomising a horse wasn't the best wedding gift Bob ever gave. It also wasn't the worst.
Pink jacket. Wet shoes.
It's a moot point.
Woah, this isn't burning man dude! Acid flashback!
"Are they watching?" "Yeah, should I stop?" "No, it turns me on. Plug away, champ! Look them in the eyes as you do it!""
Public displays of affection make me feel the same...
This dude rules. For no reason at all.
Bikini pooping... The BEST kind of pooping.
K-Fed, you whack sumbitch, make another GREAT rap album. For realsies.
Where's the mafucking "Fist of Adonis" kept?
Microsoft. It refers to this guys phallus. Micro and soft. Geddit?
Reading my book. Just reading my book. Book reading, it's what I'm doing here. Nothing else.
This girl has just seen a showreel of every single scene in which Kevin Bacon has pulled his cock out. It goes for 37 minutes.
Arrrggghhh! Kill it with fire! Don't look into it's eyes!