The unlikely story of the very first Photoshop image

Of course everyone wants to see the picture at a different angle XD

 

Story just kinda ended....

 

Is the author of this article drunk? The article just abruptly stops, and the author changed the name of the subject from Knoll to Kroll mid-way.

 

It didn't end it just trailed off like the author got distracted by a passing squirrel.

 

Would you like me to PM you a few links? I can't guarantee you the same girl (*), but I can guarantee the angle you seek, pornhopper.*

(*)Besides, she'd be in her late 40's or early 50's by now.

OTOH, perhaps the picture was taken from the back, for good reason.

@Shawn Knight You didn't finish the "Access Hollywood" side of the story. Are they still together? Did the ever marry? If they did, was there an ugly divorce? If there was an ugly divirce, who got the kids? Who got the dog?

Perspiring minds want to know.

 

lolz naw I've been done with porn for a long time now, but I still like to be silly

 

I think the image offers an explanation for the distraction.

 

LMAO! I just had a vision of Homer seeing a squirrel and saying "Oh look, a squirrel" and then laughing as he chases it around the yard...

 

My thoughts exactly.

 

'Unlikely Story'.... unlikely we are going to be told the end of it.

 

Guys, the story does not "abruptly end." If you pull up the layers pane and adjust the opacity for 'Rest of Story' (Layer 3 in some instances), you should be able to read the whole piece. Why the author decided to hide that layer is anybody's guess.

 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=SSUXXzN26zg That is what I was seeing in my head.

 

Could you be placated by a similar but different story drawn from my own feckless youth?

There she was, sauntering down Baltimore Pike in Clifton Heights, on the opposite side of the 4 lane. Resplendent in skin tight hipster jeans, tight midriff blouse, and waist length blonde hair wafting in the gentle summer breezes. I gazed longingly in her direction, while whispering a non-denominational prayer against my possible disappointment, should she "grace" me with her countenance. "Don't turn around darling, I want to remember you just the way you are". Fate intervened, and she glanced in my direction. My lust and prurient interest faded in her single horrific glance. I feel quite blessed and lucky to this day, having eluded, (only barely), being turned to stone.(*)

To this day though, I carry two paper bags at the ready, should our paths ever cross in the future. And as long as she hasn't gained too much weight, I'm not as prideful as I was in my younger days.

Perhaps her name was Jennifer too, I'll likely never know.

(*) Or perhaps I was already stoned, that part is never quite clear.

 

Sad reality check: Jennifer is now almost 30 years older, probably in her 50s. I get the same sad feeling when viewing Playboys, TV shows, and movies from the 80s.
(sad face, sad face, crying face, sad face)