With that in mind, here's the "normal" picture I fed it.
You cannot see why I am so sad; I am holding a box of "Oatmeal for Women" and am very sad that I am unable to have a delicious bowlful because, see, it's for women. Them's the jokes, folks. Anyway.
Oh snap I'm Al Sharpton
No, wait, I mean Al Pacino
This one's actually pretty cool.
(some shit about cherry blossoms, girlfriends, bento boxes and a world with no traffic accidents goes here)
Not too bad.
Thanks for the liver spots, Boticelli!
Whoa, if this is what I have to look forward to... (I also call this the "Oxycontin Theft Mugshot" picture.)
Looks like I can now run for public office, too.
And this one'll haunt my nightmares for a while. Seriously, what the hell.