For our wedding reception, as recent traditional demands, we put disposable cameras at every table. People told us that those pictures would be some of our most interesting ones. They were right. But apparently there is another tradition that goes along with this one: The mystery tit.
We developed the pictures and discovered that we have one close-up picture of a naked breast. No one is quite sure who it belongs to. So the guessing has begun.
I heard about the picture yesterday from a friend who had seen it. Apparently it had been turned backwards in the album when I was looking through it. My friend said that she and my wife were trying to guess the owner of the boob by the “hair color.”
Now let me just say that there are some images you don’t want in your head because you can’t get them out. And I didn’t want to imagine the nipple that needs a haircut.
In retrospect, my friend probably meant that a little bit of hair from the perpetrator’s head was visible in the picture. But by the time I considered that interpretation, I had already imagined Cher with a little brown nose and her eyes closed.
And there’s your image for the day. You’re welcome.