Here's me and my friend Stinky doing what we usually do... A whole lot of nothing. I tweaked it a bit in photoshop, I confess. Put us in the same frame, flipped Stinky, centered the pupils (so they're looking at the viewer, and not vapidly off into space) and turned Stinky's smile into a frown. It's ok. I wish the fat chick head wasn't so disproportionate to the body, but what're you gonna do?
Hmm. Perhaps I was a bit TOO honest in my choices here. I didn't see any options for broad shoulders, iron jaws, ripped abs, biceps that move like volkswagens parallel-parking, buns of steel--...hmm. Well, I guess they figure if you spend your time making portraits of yourself as a Simpson, you probably don't have any of those things, eh?
Get your filthy stereotypes off of me, you damn dirty profilers!
