Viv, looking over my shoulder as I perused a certain mirror of a site devoted to photoshop tomfoolery, got a big kick out of some of the pix. When we got home from dinner, she pestered me for the URL, and I hooked her up.
About seven pictures in, she cries out, “OH NO! GOD, WHAT IS THAT!”
Alas, for I had no camera. My wife had just goatse-d herself, all unwitting. She’s doing fine, thanks, and the bandages will come off soon. Ah, celebrate family values, people. It’s what keeps us all together.
Thus far, I’ve managed to protect my wife from that particular horror.
Clearly, you are a superior mate than I.