Thanks a bunch, Bloodhound Gang

I feel as though the air-hostess on my most recent transatlantic flight judged me when she looked down at the iPod touch
on my tray table and saw the screen:




A few days later, when listening to music, my girlfriend spotted the same picture, and not realizing that it was the 'Now Playing' screen, assumed I had changed my background from the super-cute picture of us to 400lbs plus of man flesh shoved into a cardboard box. I decided it was more fun to let her believe this.