So I was into photo bombing before I even knew what it was.  The point of photo bombing is to get into a stranger's photo and ruin their photographic moment.  I used to do this quite regularly at the bars during college.  First, I was always mystified when people brought expensive cameras to locations where there might be sloppy drunks who would break those cameras.  I realize it is nice to capture those special moments but I would never take a digital camera to a bar unless it was the Old Baraboo Inn but that is a different story and I blog I did in the past.  Anyway I would spy for random college girls who had cameras and in retrospect I guess it was more of a stalking.  When I found said girls I would wait until they got the camera out and then I would walk into the picture and make asinine faces to ruin the moment.  I am sure there are many photos of me floating around out there ruining the moment. 
I was caught once but I think this was the worst type of photo to ruin, a wedding photo.  It was 103, high humidity, I was in a tux, my shoes were two sizes too small (most tux rental places only carry 15s and I take a 17).  Basically I was not in a good mood.  We had to go to a special monument on the prairie that commemorated the corn industry of Minnesota.  This park had the world's largest fiberglass cob of corn.  The back-drop of all the wedding photos was of a corn field and this massive corn cob.  Being the asshole that I am I wanted to ruin a special moment.  I thought the best way to do this was to throw in a shocker.  Not a shock of corn but a shocker.   I knew the shocker quite well because I went to a Christian college that had freshmen initiation.  The freshmen class was divided into groups ruled by lords and ladies.  One group was called The Shockers and their symbol on this stupid shield that we had to make and wear the entire week was that hand gesture.  Then at the homecoming football game we had to do a performance.  I didn't.  I stayed in my room with some friends and we drank beer and played playstation. 
So there I was in at the edge of the corn field and it was so hot that I swear the corn was popping.  I was adjusting my tux coat and my ascot, yes, groomsmen wore ascots.  I had it planned perfectly.  Mother of the bride was also the wedding photographer...adjust my coat...make the shocker...hold it to my chest...sister of bride says, "hey put your hand down at your side." Then she shook her head in disgust.  I didn't ruin their wedding photo but I think I ruined the wedding dance, which I dj-ed because I didn't have some slide dance in my cd repertoire.  That took a long time to get to the photos.  Enjoy.

EVERYBODY SMILE!!!!  My goal in life is to ruin at least one wedding photo.  Too bad I don't think I have any friends who will be getting married any time soon.

Is that Fez?  Anyone who would want a photo with him deserves to have it ruined.

You have to look closely at this one.

I wonder who is bombing whom in this picture.

Just some random photos that were bombed.  And, no, that guy in the pool is not me.  This week I have some more random posts planned.  Hopefully tomorrow I will be doing another Porn Spoof entry.  I hope you enjoyed your weekend.