TruthWillOut89, this comment is directed directly at YOU and your obvious LIES. How can you send me this and not see what is in front of your own face? You are once again blinded by the mainstream media into swallowing a bunch of sugar coated lies like some kind of sheep being led to the boiling frog pot. Do you know what happens if you put a frog in boiling water? Guess what, you put the frog in water and then you heat it up slowly and the frog doesn’t notice until it’s boiling, and then he jumps out, but it’s too late because the pot of water is right next to a cliff and he DIES. It’s a metaphor look it up. Frog.
YOUR PHOTO IS FAKE.
Where is the cord? Ask yourself that. How could he be playing music without power? The nearest, logical source of power is the car’s battery, so there should be a clearly visible cord connecting the car and the boom box. Like so. I have also added “power vibes” so you can see that the boom box is emanating electricity, and musical notes to indicate the presence of Peter Gabriel (who is there in spirit).
Also, I guess you wouldn’t know this because you’re too busy putting together photographic fakery, but boom boxes are heavy. And Lloyd Dobler is not physically capable of holding up something loaded with over 83 pounds (that’s right, 83 lb.s look it up) of soulful romance, because he spent most of his athletic career developing his LEGS. He has leg strength, not hand strength. You fool, you put him in upside down.
I guess you weren’t paying attention when he said he was a kickboxer, were you? No big deal, it’s only just the most important part of anything, idiot. I’m being sarcastic. And speaking of sarcastic, that’s some really good attention to detail with Lloyd’s choice of apparel. You really got that correct. (No you didn’t.) For your information, Lloyd Dobler is a romantic at heart, so he wouldn’t just throw on any old clothes and play “In Your Eyes” in someone’s yard, he would dress for success. He would anoint himself in the finest of oils, slowly rubbing them into every tired muscle in his lithe, romantic body, and then he would stand outside completely naked, wooing as hard as he can woo, ready to instantaneously get it on with the object of his wooing, even if she’s not right for him and he could do better. Oiled, naked, ready. Romantic.
Nice try, TruthWillOut89, but the truth will out itself without any help from your Photoshop fakery. It’s sad, really, that you have to perpetrate these obvious hoaxes, tossing and turning on your bed of lies, when you could just go to the window and face the music of truth, which is right there on your lawn, in your eyes. The light, the heat. It’s a metaphor look it up.
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