If that tattoo somehow found its way onto my back I would NEVER be caught without a shirt. That thing demands to stay hidden for all time. In fact if I were in a middle of a heart attack I would spend my last few moments scribbling that thing out with a Sharpie to hide it in the event of an autopsy. Actually I'd better write a note during said heart attack that read,"attention Dr. Autopsy. Please, no need to give me one, it was a heart attack. If for some reason you are forced to, pay no attention to the crooked eyed Jesus wearing lettice on his head on my back. It magically showed up one night much like the Virgin Mary does in toast from time to time."
Saturday, February 28, 2009
Oh God!
If that tattoo somehow found its way onto my back I would NEVER be caught without a shirt. That thing demands to stay hidden for all time. In fact if I were in a middle of a heart attack I would spend my last few moments scribbling that thing out with a Sharpie to hide it in the event of an autopsy. Actually I'd better write a note during said heart attack that read,"attention Dr. Autopsy. Please, no need to give me one, it was a heart attack. If for some reason you are forced to, pay no attention to the crooked eyed Jesus wearing lettice on his head on my back. It magically showed up one night much like the Virgin Mary does in toast from time to time."
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