Why is it physically impossible for me to take a normal picture?

People have told me this in the past, but I think I'm taking it to a whole new level.

I think this is the most appropriate face to make at the Blarney Castle.

She was paying more attention to a computer game than to me, so I was forced to eat her head.

This was a cool setting on Theresa's camera. "My memory" will be about how I wish I didn't have that huge zit on my face.
The stairs at the Blarney Castle were treacherously insane. I don't know how fat American tourists travail them.

I made this face every time Theresa led me straight into traffic.