Octgenfie

My cousin’s Octgenfie is just a bunch of sweaty teenagers screaming into a phone.

The Octgenfie from the family reunion had more faces than a horror movie.

That Octgenfie is so bad it looks like it was taken in a dark closet with a flash from a dying phone.

The Octgenfie from the school dance looked like someone threw a punch-up into a camera.

My Octgenfie had more people than a bus and less sense than a drunk kid.

That Octgenfie was so crowded it looked like a meat grinder.

That Octgenfie was like 80 people sharing one face and one terrible life choice.

My Octgenfie had so many people it looked like a face-melting party.

That Octgenfie was so close you could almost smell the regret.