Wow... never thought about it til you said that batboy. I graduated from high school in 77. I bet one of these photoshop gurus could paste her pic into my class picture and nobody would be able to tell!!! deja vu
Drinking espresso listening to visceral posetry accompanied by bongo drums, life was good. OK the parts I remember are good. I have just been in heaven ever since I could quit carrying around packs of matches to polish the points when the engines would start misfiring (noticed the miniskirts too). I mean, hey, they built a car where I'm the limiting factor, not it. Not only do I appreciate things more now that I'm older, but I can go on and on and on about the old days until I look up and the room is empty, yawn, time for my nap.
Heh heh, very good Oreif. You fit in very well here!
Hey, we're just kidding around here. No disrespect has been shown towards the dog's lovely daughter. And batboy, you're the one with the "reputation " around these parts...
Dog, if you're referring to the picture of the twin girls, it was me who did it. I'm flattered that you want copies of it, but it really isn't necessary for me to send anything to you. Either download the image at home and print it out on your own ink jet printer on photo quality paper, or download the image and store it on a floppy. Take the floppy to your favourite photo finisher and they can make copies of the picture on actual photographic paper. We have this ability here in our local drug superstores. Because of the limited resolution of the image, I wouldn't go much larger than 4"x6". Even 5"x7" might be pushing it.
I wish I had a higher resolution version to email to you, but I only had your low resolution forum image to begin with.
When I suggested that you download the image, maybe I should actually suggest that you simply get the image from your temporary internet files that are in your computer. Depending on how we all have our computers set up, every image that we see on the ‘net is stored on our hard drives. A lot of people don't realize that. Scary, isn't it?