I tried poking fun at you, 'shopping doughy faces & feminine visors on every freakin' thing I could find. Nothing.
I tried poking fun at myself, placing a luxurious ponytail & a horde of fawning fangirls on every freakin' thing I could find. Nothing (though a combination of the last two techniques showed a little promise).
My Little Pony? Nothing.
Insane blabbering Finns? Nothing.
I even morphed prerube onto Danny Kaye's body from 1947's "The Secret Life of Walter Mitty", but I knew even that would not pass your R. Lee Ermey-esque comedic muster.
Well, this really pissed me off. Goddammit, nobody points out Vegan Ray's shortcomings, and anyone who dares try must pay! So, abandoning my less-than-stellar Photoshop skills in lieu of my somewhat-better-than-average black hat computer skills, I decided to hack your phone & install as much malicious code as I could before you caught on & threw the thing in a lake.
Little did I know that such unseemly means would not be necessary. Upon inspection of your "Photos", I uncovered a shot that, while much more sad than funny & not requiring a pixel of editing in Photoshop, is well worthy of post #2000. Enjoy, bitches!

BTW - keltik can't read for shit.












