We’re not into inking ourselves up. And it’s not because we’re pussies either. Sure, we may talk shit and let others handle the fallout, but we can handle pain. See, the first dudes we knew that got tattoos did lame shit like “Carpe Diem” on their ankles (in honor of Dead Poet’s Society). So they just killed the whole tattoo thing for us. That and we’re petrified of midgets, so just the name “tattoo” has negative connotations (seriously, how fucking creepy is this).
However, we do appreciate a good tat, and the work-in-progress one that George Roop has going on right now is straight-up badass. Can’t wait to see the finished product.
