If only we had met in the 50s...

...then we probably would have looked a little something like this! I can just picture us now...I would be walking down the halls of my high school, my books held close to my chest (so as not to reveal my bodacious ta-tas), and my poodle skirt swinging around my ankles. And there Trevor would be, waiting for me at my locker, his letterman jacket slung over his shoulder and his hair slicked back with pomade. Ahhhhhh...I can see us now! Don't you think we totally would have been named Homecoming King and Queen?

So, all you have to do is go to www.yearbookyourself.com, upload a picture of yourself, and have at it. It is a guaranteed half-hour of laughing so loud you will probably come way too close to peeing your pants. And then, of course, you'll stare at your picture for way too long because you look so much like your mother - or as in Trevor's case, so much like your grandfather - that you simply can't stop looking. Unbelievable...and way too much fun!