except for humiliate the total living crap out of yourself.
Which is why I dug up my most embarrassingest moldy oldy pictures for your enjoyment. Woot! Let the shame games begin!
when you're young you really can't be blamed for anything. You don't do your own hair or dress yourself. You're innocent. Wow I had a lot of hair when I was born.
Mom, what are you wearing?! ;)
Um, yeah, I was um ready for church apparently, until I decided to join my bro in the tub.
I think I might have some red hair there. . . ?
Moving on to the big 80's bangs.
Mo I cropped you out- I don't want to be in trouble. Even though for the record, you do look cute in that picture.
Ah, there we go. Humiliations galore.
And we get into a whole new realm of embarrassment: the early 90's dance costumes.
I'm so glad these are low quality.
Holy crap. I should show you the smurf blue costume I wore.
No. I won't do it. If I'm to have a shred of respect left in my . . .
Oh, no you di-n't. For the love of. . . .
You're lucky that was the dark picture of it. Shudder. I've got worse ones- I just can't find 'em. Think shiny, tight spandex, and massive neon polka dots.
High-waisted dance pants. (Jazz Hands!!)
Weird looking facial/eye expressions.
Just plain out being a retard. Heather do you remember these? I've got some smokin' hot ones of you.
Yeah- everyone should torture themselves now and then. It's healthy.