The light went on. Photo Booth. He meant Photo Booth.
For a half hour, we laughed, non-stop, as we clicked our way through the various effects. We tried them all. Pinch. X-Ray. Comic Book.
|No headed Channing.|
|Thermal perfectly illustrating my look of horror as Channing's elbow knocked his full glass of grape juice to the floor. We just laughed harder, first at the mess and then at my expression.|
|A comic smooch-a-roo-ski.|