It's rare that I find tattoos anything but ghastly. Granted, in my hierarchy of ghastly, tattooing the name of a lover would be especially horrific. It's as if tempting Fate.
I haven't had to update my Michael Jackson tattoo for years, which really keeps the expenses down! The surgical tape keeps peeling off my coccyx, though.
I had a small HD symbol with a rose tattoed on my upper arm when I was riding regularly but other than that, no way I'd tat anything on me yet alone someone's freaking name.
Oh Kyle, I'm going to miss ya. So much so that I'm willing to overlook the dreadful "Penisla" joke. Seriously that one made me groan and not in a good way.
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
Just know that I'll be having my tattoo (the words "Scott Caan's Dick" with an arrow pointing to my butthole) REMOVED!
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
And why do I suddenly feel compelled to get all four Golden Girls' head tattooed on my clavicle, like Mount Rushmore?
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
Golden Girls Rushmore Tattoo
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
Hey Oh!
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
Not judging, though.
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09
02/24/09