Complete with mustache and a windowless van

My bestie is really a very cute girl. This is sometimes unfortunate for her, as it can cause Airplane Bite-type situations, and often unfortunate for me, as I, in the course of bestiehood, end up standing next to her at parties or posing with her for photos and am forced to live as the virtual side-by-side comparison of someone who can't take a bad picture. Until now.

My bestie's new phone, which is infinitely more advanced than her old one, has a handy feature that allows you to take a picture without the phone even being open--you just hit one little button on the side and you've got yourself a photo. It's great until you're walking along in Fred Meyer, holding your phone in your hand, maybe making a fish face just for kicks, and your finger slips and hits that one little button and you get this:




Or, my finger slips and you get this:



I can't remember the occasion for this one but let's just assume it was the debut of her registered sex offender impression.


***My bestie did not send me these pictures of her own volition. I stole her phone and sent them to myself. Had to be done.