Steve: If you’re not getting the response you want from one photo, you might try changing the setting of the shot. Many times, this changes the tone entirely.
I’ve always wondered what a Craigslist ad would look like if it were turned into a greeting card that moves when you tilt it.
Now I know.
Shit, what a bummer.
February 3rd, 2009 at 1:54 pm
bb remarks:
He can move around all he wants, but he’s not going to let that lamprey go!
February 3rd, 2009 at 2:53 pm
toonfan69 remarks:
PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!
photographically one of these shots is very difficult – getting the extremely valuable picture of the Manhattan skyline just right, while totally over exposing the late 20th century reproduction grandfather clock beside it.
and can he release the pressure a bit – that thing’s turning blue and needs to breathe
February 3rd, 2009 at 4:02 pm
Joey remarks:
Stop! It’s making me dizzy.
February 3rd, 2009 at 4:31 pm
Mike C remarks:
One shot does a decent job of focusing on him and his…er…attractions, with just the plant in the background. Plus it’s got good lighting.
The other is too bright, and shows a little too much of his Sloppy Contemporary living room, with the seen-it-a-million-times shot of New York and clothes on the sofa.
The scariest thing, aside from the color of his appendage, is his expression, which is somewhere between boredom and disapproval. It’s like part of his body wants you to come over for some action, while another part of him will hold you in contempt for doing so. Yikes!
February 3rd, 2009 at 4:43 pm
Charles remarks:
I loved my old “moving Jesus” picture. You tilt it to the left – he is staring calmly at you – you move it to the right – he’s holding his big, stiff….er, wait a mintue – THAT’s not Jesus……
February 3rd, 2009 at 6:44 pm
ericthewriter remarks:
who knew grandpa needed a joystick to teleport across the living room?
February 3rd, 2009 at 7:19 pm
garry remarks:
Quickly, before the vertigo wins. I prefer the photo with the plant. The lighting and composition are much better. Now, no one better get between me and the bathroom or there will be hell to pay.
February 3rd, 2009 at 8:32 pm
Jesrypo remarks:
As if this weren’t rocking my mental-health world enough, there is something seriously wrong with that clock. Trace the lines of perspective of its delicate moldings and compare to that of the Lower Manhattan shot.
Oh and he has scars from a heart surgery, methinks from holding that purple thing too tightly.
February 3rd, 2009 at 9:54 pm
Jimbo remarks:
“I’m her father…” *slap!* “… Her grandfather…” *slap!* “… Her father…” *slap!* “… Her grandfather…” *slap!*
In one shot, the ugly, utilitarian digs are at least partially concealed by that gangly ficus but the digger is uncomfortably clear. Whereas the other shot has him looking agreeably washed-out and indistinct but you get far more of the crappy room. It’s a lose/lose. (I’d have called it a wash but, in this case, the word doesn’t really seem to apply. If you catch my drift.)
(BTW, eric’s comment induced a laugh-propelled spit-take. Kudos, eric!)
February 3rd, 2009 at 10:20 pm
Jordan remarks:
If those are heart surgery scar lines, he must have more than one heart: on the other side of his chest and a third down by his belly button. they’re called “fat creases” in my house! LOL No comment on the organ he’s holding, but it does look like he’s cutting of the circulation.
February 3rd, 2009 at 11:09 pm
RedBackFur remarks:
I believe the purple protuberance he is holds in his death-clutch is suffering from asphyxia brought on by the Dieffenbacia Plant (also known as a dumb cane) looming in background.
I’m just mesmerized trying to figure out why he has a hispanic man’s penis.
February 4th, 2009 at 6:14 am
rear_window remarks:
hotel aesthetic, rocking motion, geriatric sex tourist … the love boat?
February 4th, 2009 at 7:13 am
clint remarks:
We’re wondering if that is, in fact, his real penis, because to us it looks like it’s got a little too much soul for a fat white guy. Photoshop??
February 4th, 2009 at 9:43 am
Michael S remarks:
He looks so unhappy. I suspect this is because of the way his ex decorated the apartment in cheap nasty 20th century motel style. His ex is now in little bags in the freezer.
February 4th, 2009 at 11:29 am
Patrick remarks:
How do you spell vomit?
February 4th, 2009 at 12:02 pm
garry remarks:
Grandpa, seriously, choking the chicken is just a figure of speech.
February 4th, 2009 at 2:17 pm
Lambchop remarks:
Hmm. This London (okay, London suburbs)-based producer of limited run, B-grade musicals, has come to Manhattan to see what he can mount. Currently staying in a furnished, short-term rental on East 29th, Cyril is considering a new production of Blood Brothers, and hopes to lunch with a couple of erstwhile Backstreet Boys this week. Since the conference call with Cybill Shepherd didn’t happen this morning, Cyril has hopped on Manhunt to look for chorus boys.
February 4th, 2009 at 3:15 pm
Frank remarks:
“I’m just mesmerized trying to figure out why he has a hispanic man’s penis.”
Large scar in the middle of the chest… penis that seems to not belong to that body originally…. all that’s missing are a flat skull and two large bolts on either side of the neck.
February 4th, 2009 at 6:30 pm
rodin remarks:
Feh!
February 4th, 2009 at 9:29 pm
LucienX remarks:
He’s got that look of resignation and quiet desperation one sees in the eyes of those condemned to teach public school.
February 5th, 2009 at 9:59 am
Dash remarks:
HOW DID I MISS THIS ONE!!!!????
I can’t answer that right now..
All this movement and high-tech, raw sensuality is too much to take….
..too much…it’s tooooooooo much………
The room is spinning…….
and I smell toast…….
February 5th, 2009 at 11:50 am
Joel remarks:
Light is the actor in this photo and it signals a lot of worhless work in setting up the photo shop. I imagine that the next series of photos will be like those on-line real estate ads which shows all the rooms in the house for sale – and yet this man wants to be in all of them in hopes that you will participate in a christining session.
The best remark I can say is that he is likely to get you really drunk and this photo collage is a testament to what you will actually experience when sex begins. My suggestion for rendezvous: bring aspirin.
February 7th, 2009 at 4:01 pm
WhosieWho remarks:
Furnished Long Island rental appt, 3 months post-divorce.
Roofies taking hold yet? Harold’s sweaty workout has just begun.
February 8th, 2009 at 12:07 am
Dolf remarks:
Guys, he is posing in front of a green screen and digitally inserting classic lurid digs backgrounds.
February 8th, 2009 at 11:28 am
Matt remarks:
My favorite part is the chest scar from his bypass surgery
February 16th, 2009 at 7:44 pm
andii remarks:
woow,,
you soooo sexi,,
i relly like u,,,
you are my type,,
March 10th, 2009 at 12:48 am
andii remarks:
your penis is amazing,,
how can i get penis like that?????
March 10th, 2009 at 12:50 am
Anonymous remarks:
He’s Cute.
March 16th, 2009 at 11:38 pm
Dude remarks:
He’s like, a white dude with a black cock
June 16th, 2009 at 9:25 pm
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I’ve always wondered what a Craigslist ad would look like if it were turned into a greeting card that moves when you tilt it.
Now I know.
Shit, what a bummer.
He can move around all he wants, but he’s not going to let that lamprey go!
PLEASE MAKE IT STOP!
photographically one of these shots is very difficult – getting the extremely valuable picture of the Manhattan skyline just right, while totally over exposing the late 20th century reproduction grandfather clock beside it.
and can he release the pressure a bit – that thing’s turning blue and needs to breathe
Stop! It’s making me dizzy.
One shot does a decent job of focusing on him and his…er…attractions, with just the plant in the background. Plus it’s got good lighting.
The other is too bright, and shows a little too much of his Sloppy Contemporary living room, with the seen-it-a-million-times shot of New York and clothes on the sofa.
The scariest thing, aside from the color of his appendage, is his expression, which is somewhere between boredom and disapproval. It’s like part of his body wants you to come over for some action, while another part of him will hold you in contempt for doing so. Yikes!
I loved my old “moving Jesus” picture. You tilt it to the left – he is staring calmly at you – you move it to the right – he’s holding his big, stiff….er, wait a mintue – THAT’s not Jesus……
who knew grandpa needed a joystick to teleport across the living room?
Quickly, before the vertigo wins. I prefer the photo with the plant. The lighting and composition are much better. Now, no one better get between me and the bathroom or there will be hell to pay.
As if this weren’t rocking my mental-health world enough, there is something seriously wrong with that clock. Trace the lines of perspective of its delicate moldings and compare to that of the Lower Manhattan shot.
Oh and he has scars from a heart surgery, methinks from holding that purple thing too tightly.
“I’m her father…” *slap!* “… Her grandfather…” *slap!* “… Her father…” *slap!* “… Her grandfather…” *slap!*
In one shot, the ugly, utilitarian digs are at least partially concealed by that gangly ficus but the digger is uncomfortably clear. Whereas the other shot has him looking agreeably washed-out and indistinct but you get far more of the crappy room. It’s a lose/lose. (I’d have called it a wash but, in this case, the word doesn’t really seem to apply. If you catch my drift.)
(BTW, eric’s comment induced a laugh-propelled spit-take. Kudos, eric!)
If those are heart surgery scar lines, he must have more than one heart: on the other side of his chest and a third down by his belly button. they’re called “fat creases” in my house! LOL No comment on the organ he’s holding, but it does look like he’s cutting of the circulation.
I believe the purple protuberance he is holds in his death-clutch is suffering from asphyxia brought on by the Dieffenbacia Plant (also known as a dumb cane) looming in background.
I’m just mesmerized trying to figure out why he has a hispanic man’s penis.
hotel aesthetic, rocking motion, geriatric sex tourist … the love boat?
We’re wondering if that is, in fact, his real penis, because to us it looks like it’s got a little too much soul for a fat white guy. Photoshop??
He looks so unhappy. I suspect this is because of the way his ex decorated the apartment in cheap nasty 20th century motel style. His ex is now in little bags in the freezer.
How do you spell vomit?
Grandpa, seriously, choking the chicken is just a figure of speech.
Hmm. This London (okay, London suburbs)-based producer of limited run, B-grade musicals, has come to Manhattan to see what he can mount. Currently staying in a furnished, short-term rental on East 29th, Cyril is considering a new production of Blood Brothers, and hopes to lunch with a couple of erstwhile Backstreet Boys this week. Since the conference call with Cybill Shepherd didn’t happen this morning, Cyril has hopped on Manhunt to look for chorus boys.
“I’m just mesmerized trying to figure out why he has a hispanic man’s penis.”
Large scar in the middle of the chest… penis that seems to not belong to that body originally…. all that’s missing are a flat skull and two large bolts on either side of the neck.
Feh!
He’s got that look of resignation and quiet desperation one sees in the eyes of those condemned to teach public school.
HOW DID I MISS THIS ONE!!!!????
I can’t answer that right now..
All this movement and high-tech, raw sensuality is too much to take….
..too much…it’s tooooooooo much………
The room is spinning…….
and I smell toast…….
Light is the actor in this photo and it signals a lot of worhless work in setting up the photo shop. I imagine that the next series of photos will be like those on-line real estate ads which shows all the rooms in the house for sale – and yet this man wants to be in all of them in hopes that you will participate in a christining session.
The best remark I can say is that he is likely to get you really drunk and this photo collage is a testament to what you will actually experience when sex begins. My suggestion for rendezvous: bring aspirin.
Furnished Long Island rental appt, 3 months post-divorce.
Roofies taking hold yet? Harold’s sweaty workout has just begun.
Guys, he is posing in front of a green screen and digitally inserting classic lurid digs backgrounds.
My favorite part is the chest scar from his bypass surgery
woow,,
you soooo sexi,,
i relly like u,,,
you are my type,,
your penis is amazing,,
how can i get penis like that?????
He’s Cute.
He’s like, a white dude with a black cock