Evidently I missed a memo somewhere along the line because obviously it's "show off your unfortunate tattoo day" at my gym. I'm not talking about the random "tram stamp" one will ultimately regret once the wearer is no longer getting tapped by it's namesake, I'm talking much, much more likely to end up in the "what was I thinking and shouldn't it have occurred to me that this just might just become a huge mistake one of those many hours I sat in that chair getting my ink?" There was the not so young woman who had those dancing southwest art figures parading around her bicep and another guy had a run away chest tattoo that couldn't be contained by a mere shoulder and even made a mad dash all the way up to his cheekbone. To that lovely I wanted to comment "well, it appears you have successfully fucked yourself out of any white collar position" but I don't think scaling the corporate ladder was his cup of tea to begin with. And it's not that I have anything against tattoos, I myself have one----got it way before the fad, in the late 1980's----but I keep it under cover at work which is pretty easy since it's on my right ass cheek and I almost always wear clothes to the office.
Another memo I evidently missed was "show your proud over-grown bush day" but I don't really want to go there. Literally.
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I can laugh about this post all day! It made it!
I want to see your tatoo.
(I just thought I'd get that out in the open.)
Ah, yes, that was a few years after "us", wasn't it. Got it in New Orleans, designed it myself. Very bad tattoo job, though.
Please contact me for a private showing.
Have I seen it? I bet I have....
"show your proud over-grown bush day" - - CLASSIC
That is exactly why I do not change at the gym, women are scary in private, I don't want to see stranger's junk, I really don't.
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