There’s a price on my head
February 22nd, 2006So why, you ask, am I a fugitive from justice? No, it’s not because five months after I switched to an Illinois driver’s license, my car still has Pennsylvania plates. It’s because GEMS, the girls’ ministry at our church, hosted an Old West themed father/daughter banquet tonight. They requested that the pastors get their pictures taken in appropriate duds (complete with taped-on felt mustaches) and make mean faces. We made a valiant effort, but mostly we ended up looking like we were trying not to laugh. At least I had an excuse not to shave (not that I need much of an excuse for that). In any case, my Photoshop project for the day was making old skool posters for them:
T! Why didn’t you go with Amish beard? It was much more intimidating and much more, how shall we say, you. After all, you hail from the heart of Amish country.
Shave Gel $2.99. Shaving Razor, $8.99, Tristan with a felt mustache, Priceless.
Great PS skills. There’s something about the “pouty lips” that just make me laugh.
the wicker hat is very authentic. oh, the wonderful unexpectedness of being a new pastor! heh.
jbrock: I’m afraid my wife would not allow such a thing. On the other hand, Jared could tell you about scratchy ol’ beards, couldn’t you, my dear pontiff?
Queen O’ Lime: It’s not pouty lips, yo. It’s my smug “I am such a mean bandit” face. I’m so misunderstood.
ACB: Yeah. I’ve already been warned about the dunk tank and what the VBS kids are going to do to me this summer… -T