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Gerard Butler 2

WhnU2rFnishdEyeFckng

Published: May 28, 2011

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Description

i think i like this better than the other (see Gerard Butler 1, done in pencil) but it looks less like the guy. I should have scanned the two pics, but im feeling lazy n i dont know what id scan them onto anyway. so i just took a pic

Image size

720x960px 284.35 KB

Make

Apple

Model

iPod touch

Shutter Speed

1/30 second

Aperture

F/2.4

Focal Length

4 mm

ISO Speed

500

Date Taken

May 27, 2011, 8:44:18 PM

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mcjo13

May 28, 2011

I like this one better, the other one I can tell more where you got the 'turtle' thing from

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