The Quintessential Struggle of a Poser

solrac says:

Ah, the greatest battle any poser must fight: the battle within his own psyche to fight the urge to smile. The poor fellow on the right failed. He must go home with his head hung in shame.

The other two on the left, especially this displaced Persian man, desperately trying to hold on to his youth with all his grip, yet his receding hairline continues to slip between his fingers, struggle with all their might to resist the urge to smile.

The hunchbacked Persian (that is his hunched back, right to the left of his ear and above his shoulder, yes no?) is trying so hard not to smile, it is apparent that he has prolapsed his rectum in the process. I can smell his poopy tighty-whiteys from my computer screen.

The man in the middle is about to blow the vomit from his mouth, he has tried so hard not to smile. He has succeeded and so he holds the “V” for Victory sign in the air. Or he may simply be stating “V” for vomit.

The Persian is also victorious, but at what cost? He must walk home with his head hung in shame along with his disgraced smiling friend. At least he is the better of the two men. Better to have crapped your pants than to have actually smiled for the camera.

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Very Vell done my compatriot Solrac! You have caught this poor persian at his vorst. Even the gerl in the back is laughing at them. Poor poor persian, at least his slaves look happy