We get it, you don’t like to smile.  We get it, you have a great poker face.  Just try to mix in a smile for your senior picture, just one smile is all we ask.  I bet Christmas morning in your house was an exciting time.

Btw. That’s not how you hold a football.  Stick to filling up the water cups.

We get it, you were voted most random in your Senior Class.  We also get that you like to use Johnson & Johnson products.

Next time you feel the need to show how random you are, please do it with a shirt on.  No one needs to see that.

Yes, you do love fire.  You also love wearing socks with sandals.  I’m not sure those two things go together.  What if you spill a little gasoline on your sock and then try to light something on fire.

You’re probably not the smartest Pyromaniac the world has ever seen, but you do have a sweet home made t-shirt.

$100 says that you don’t make it to your 10 year high school reunion without having to have at least one skin graft.

Side note.  You can’t be a rock-star wearing a Quicksilver t-shirt.

The commercials say that, “Nothing runs like a Deere”.  Well I’m here to say that nothing is sexier than this guy.  Go ahead laddies, try not to wet your panties looking at this guy in your senior year book.

I just want to know where the other end of those awesome suspenders attaches too.  I bet it’s someplace magical.

If you feel its necessary to take your senior photo with your best friend, follow the lead of these guys.  This is how you do a buddy photo.

Notice the intensity in their eyes.  No one would dare call them guy in fear of getting beat up.

Thank you for giving us this blueprint on how not to take a buddy picture that reeks of gayness.

We get it.  You throw Fire Balls.  But I don’t believe you pitch for the White Sox.  You are too white to pitch for them.  If you were Latin, I might believe that you did.

One would think though that since there are flames on the baseball, your hand would also get burned.  I’ll go ahead and chalk that up to being an optical illusion.

Sweet Oakley sunglasses.  I like how they reflect the sky even though you are looking straight ahead and not upwards.  Yeah, that wasn’t digitally enhanced or anything.

Also, if anybody tells you that your glasses are too small for your face, they are right.  They are also a good friend, so don’t be too mad at them.

…no one in your senior class wants to remember you as the guy that doesn’t wear a shirt.  I guess that’s slightly better than being remembered as the guy with the “Something About Marry” haircut and style.

It’s official.  Your a D-bag.

We get it, Daddy bought you a Mercedes.

I got a beat up Lincoln when I turned 16, so go F’ yourself.

Oh, and your Burberry shirt is gay.  I’m surprised you aren’t wearing a Rolex.