Photo No. 1: "Dad could always master the art of the glossed-over, over-made-up visage. In fact, Dad positively counted on it. For one well-starred day in 1960, sitting for his Senior Class Photograph in "Victor/Victoria's Photography Studio" in Huntington Beach, California, Dad's calling came to him: His vocation was indeed was what Brother Boniface, Headmaster of St-Columba's Prep School for Boys had always urged the boys to do: "Stiff it to fate!" that was Brother's admonition: "Stiff it to fate, and leave them all surprised at your doing!"
"That glorious day, Dad decided to become an undertaker, rather than an investment banker. Verily, Dad DID indeed, 'stiff it to fate,' as he was able to work on stiffs, and paint them to look just like Dad's 1960 Senior Class Photo--glass-eyed, over-done in makeup, and an elaborate comb-over."
Brother Boniface would have been proud.
Photo No. 2: Son. What a generation has become!
Son was to have followed in Dad's footsteps, but painting corpses in repose after a heavy day of coursework at St-Columba's was not Son's thing.
No, Son was more interested in playing in the imitation "Hewey Lewis and the News" garage band his best mate, Skip, was running.
Son remembered those days as the summit of his joy in his Senior Class Photo, and arrived for his photo at "Victor/Victoria's" with his Hewey Lewis get-up: unbuttoned shirt, thin tie, and blanche jacket.
However, Son failed to notice that HIS Senior Class Photo did not cover up his emergent unibrow, unlike Dad's 1960 photo, and the ladies spurned him consistently throughout his college years because of it.
Finally able to make peace with his unibrow (and his blonde-tinged mullet), Son embraced his destiny, and became a social recluse by enrolling in the Huntington Beach School of Mortuary Science in 1992, thus establishing that every man eventually looks like his father, once the unibrow is covered over."
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Photo No. 1: "Dad could always master the art of the glossed-over, over-made-up visage. In fact, Dad positively counted on it. For one well-starred day in 1960, sitting for his Senior Class Photograph in "Victor/Victoria's Photography Studio" in Huntington Beach, California, Dad's calling came to him: His vocation was indeed was what Brother Boniface, Headmaster of St-Columba's Prep School for Boys had always urged the boys to do: "Stiff it to fate!" that was Brother's admonition: "Stiff it to fate, and leave them all surprised at your doing!"
"That glorious day, Dad decided to become an undertaker, rather than an investment banker. Verily, Dad DID indeed, 'stiff it to fate,' as he was able to work on stiffs, and paint them to look just like Dad's 1960 Senior Class Photo--glass-eyed, over-done in makeup, and an elaborate comb-over."
Brother Boniface would have been proud.
Photo No. 2: Son. What a generation has become!
Son was to have followed in Dad's footsteps, but painting corpses in repose after a heavy day of coursework at St-Columba's was not Son's thing.
No, Son was more interested in playing in the imitation "Hewey Lewis and the News" garage band his best mate, Skip, was running.
Son remembered those days as the summit of his joy in his Senior Class Photo, and arrived for his photo at "Victor/Victoria's" with his Hewey Lewis get-up: unbuttoned shirt, thin tie, and blanche jacket.
However, Son failed to notice that HIS Senior Class Photo did not cover up his emergent unibrow, unlike Dad's 1960 photo, and the ladies spurned him consistently throughout his college years because of it.
Finally able to make peace with his unibrow (and his blonde-tinged mullet), Son embraced his destiny, and became a social recluse by enrolling in the Huntington Beach School of Mortuary Science in 1992, thus establishing that every man eventually looks like his father, once the unibrow is covered over."
the son is a wild animal
60´s without a boubt
60´s without a boubt
Which one is the father?
Beach Boys cover band vs. Duran Duran cover band.
I think I'd rather have memories of wanting to be Brian Wilson than Simon LeBon. Considerably less embarrassing.
The son definitely has much more sexy quotient than the dad...
Definitely the 60s dad; the 80s son is a little too Limahl from Kajagoogoo for my taste!
Hate the retouch of the 60's. Dad looks like a mannequin.
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60's are fuckin' hot!
The 1980's, what were we thinking?
Cloning happens!
60's for sure! What happened in the 80's? Good god...
I prefer the 60's look.
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