Pictures of me, Sean, the eternal loser.
Yup, I'm a loser.
Still a loser.
Even as a little kid, I was a loser.
Wow, Sean, great glasses! **cough**loser**cough**
<--Black
Cowboy from "How the West Was Really Won"
How did I live with myself? I can smell the loser from here...
Eat those cheese puffs, Sean! Way to be a loser! I think I have like 15 in my mouth in this pic... maybe 20.
The loser drinks some sparkling grape juice. This is one of the three 311 shirts I wore that day.
In this picture, I'm the only one looking at the camera. Can you say loser? I knew you could.
Sean plays left field... again. Loser.
Sean's driver's lisence picture. Loser? Yup.
The loser looks to his future. My shirt says, "Protons have mass? I didn't even know they were Catholic."
Sean pets a dog that isn't even his. The dog thinks, "Man... what a loser. I'm hungry."
This year's school picture. Blah blah blah loser blah blah blah.
Sean plays with his scanner. I'm such a loser, I'm too lazy to take that big white block out of the bottom.
Sean's driver's permit picture. The loser at his worst.
I had quite a... problem... in my early years, which explains the lack of friends. *crying*loser*crying*
Loser.
The loser tries to make friends with some walruses (walri?).
The loser is a yankee doodle dandy.