Be warned: I am incapable of not looking retarded in front of a camera. I have some sort of curse on me. I look like a normal person...and then the camera starts shooting, and I become a slackjawed idiot and develop an urge to watch NASCAR.
SEE WHAT I MEAN
That behind me is my little brother Brent. He's the awesome one.
I HAVE NO IDEA WHAT THE HELL IS HAPPENING IN THIS ONE. Seriously this is bad even by my standards.
I consider my pint glass of water.
This is my other brother, Ross. He's the one who likes shitty music.
Just for reference: My retarded expressions are a result of a curse. He does them on purpose.
Om nom ice cream cake.
Even on the rare occasion that I can manage to not look completely moronic for a photo, one of my family members picks up the slack for me. ROSS IS A BAD INFLUENCE ON LITTLE BRENT.
The old(er) guy is my dad. See now why I like to say that I'll be bald by thirty?
I couldn't swear to it, but I'm 90% certain my mom asked me to pose like this.
That's one of Brent's hand-drawn cards. They're somewhat legendary in my family.