Sometimes I can’t help but wonder why people get tattoos. What inspires someone to get a meaningless flower or heart stamped above their crotch, or an ugly butterfly on their ankle? I don’t get it. From what I’ve seen, it doesn’t matter who you are, we all end up saggy and not-so-cute by 70, and the last thing we need is a saggy faded flower above a crotch that hasn’t seen action in at least 9 years. So, on that note, I present to you some of the worst offenders. And I’m sure a bunch of you reading this have tats on your arms, wrists, thighs, or tramp stamps… but all I can say is that it’s just not classy. Stop it.
This last one is my favorite. I like a man with the balls to cover his arm with one of the cheapest cars available. Viva la Chevy!
your son can one day get a “made in japan” one …