tattoos, schmattoos

All you have to do is walk in and show your legs to the crowd. No room for an apostrophe, though.

I love someone who can pull off a good tat. I've always been way too nervous about getting a tattoo, only because I feel like I will get something and then instantly hate it. Case in point: When I was 17, I thought I wanted a lime green Weezer =w= on my ankle more than I wanted oxygen. I couldn't wait to turn 18 so I could get it. Well, I guess applying to college and trying to make better decisions got in the way, and I never got this tat. HOW GRATEFUL AM I TO MYSELF NOW? Think about this for a sec. I mean, that era of Weezer is awesome. But if you had met me, and I had coyly pulled up my trou leg to reveal a Weezer tat, you would've hated me. So I'm glad I didn't do it, so we can all be friends. I see people with tats all the time and they look like good decisions. The person thought about it and I like when tats can last through the years. I also like calling them "tats." But sometimes people make bad, bad decisions. Nasty decisions. Decisions I like to call "tats that make me go ballistic." Here are a few, and more featured here and here.

Although somewhat tight, I have to cringe. What will the girl he sleeps with think? Oh wait, he will never see a woman's physique.

This makes me feel icky. The idea of a unicorn smoking is pretty tight though. I have to wonder how that cig gets in and out with a hoof for hand. MYSTERIES OF THE UNIVERSE.

Ruh roh. Anything resembling Jesus will make you mad later. Or when you wake up sober. That sun also needs a pair of Ray Bans.

I have to give this tat points for creativity, but it basically reinforces everything I truly believe about clowns. Also, why has that clown already taken a hit?

That being said, I will now get a tat of this blog post on my back.