Okay, okay, I realize that today is not Tuesday. But I was off of work yesterday to hang out with mi madre, so tomorrow will kind of feel like Tuesday. And right now, where I am, there’s about an hour left of Tuesday. No matter; I feel a need to brighten up my Tuesdays by pointing out what seems to be the stupidity of others via tat.
Now, I am a fan of tats. I’ve gotten three in my life. I’m about down to two; but I expect to get one or two more in my lifetime granted I can find the places to hide them in a pleasing manner that doesn’t look like some kind of strange collage.
So from now on, Tuesdays here at “How Did I Get Here?” will be Stupid Tat Tuesday. How better to describe your stupidity than by boldly displaying it on your outermost layer? I’d love to have the option of catching these myself on first hand; but I don’t always have that luxury. Google will have to bring me the next best thing until I can get out in the field.
I give you the first suspect.
CHECK OUT THIS GENIUS… As if two months of “GOSH” and/or “IDIOT” around a college campus wasn’t enough to make me want to break my own eardrums (and I was definitely in love with the movie…Until you idiots ruined it). And a friend and I got Napoleon keychains from a gas station on the beach… But never for the love of God would I have ever considered this piece of work. Where is this guy now? Getting it covered with some elaborate artist’s rendering of some Twilight character?
With that said, PLEASE, for the love of God, if you’re going to get a tattoo, please get something that means something to you. Don’t get Chanel or your favorite band or comic strip character, or even Racheal Ray’s face (Google it) – I love the woman too, but you never know what could happen to these fictional/celebrity images that are forever embedded in your skin! Don’t get a Chinese symbol if you aren’t Chinese or don’t speak the language – because the culture means nothing to you at that point.
