We've all been there. You spent a fantastic night playing quarters for 10 consecutive hours with your friends. You wake up the next morning resembling the picture of me to the left and one of your "friends," who has escaped the pounding head and nausea that's plaguing you, flips jubuliantly through the slideshow on his digital camera.

You're about to enter a personal hell that will last about a week as your friend emails these photos to everyone you know...and everyone you know will joyfully forward the choicest shots to people you've never met, but will someday run into. In the end, they'll end up on AmIHotOrNot.com and the world will be privy to your wackiness.

Recently, I received these snaps of myself in an altered state from a caring friend. Enjoy these precious moments of my past:

This is just the beginning of the night.		...And this is about 10 drinks later, when I insisted on listening to "I Touch Myself."
Pink hair, sticky fingers, I'm Nancy Regan's poster child.		"Hey, is that kahlua in your ear?"
H-O-T!		Argh! Beer!
There go my chances of ever having a career in politics.
Before the Internet, these would have sat in a shoebox stuffed into the far corner of a dark closet forever, but thanks to technology, this friend was able to scan them into her computer, turn them into a wallpaper for her desktop, and make the photo appear on her phone everytime it rings. Really, what did we do without the Internet? These photos are here as a warning to you, dear reader. Remember, you should go out and have all the fun you want, but when your friend starts snapping digital pix with his or her cell, I suggest you show him/her your new sledgehammer phone. Now that's interactive. If this isn't enough to convince you to abandon thoughts of using a camera, perhaps this story will.