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Jim Marshall, the photographer who took this iconic shot of Johnny Cash at San Quentin, died in March of this year, a short two months after the photo of this tattoo was taken. Coincidence? I think not.
Submitted by: caitlin via Submission Page
I spent my last birthday having a quiet dinner with some friends at a restaurant in the city. But that’s only because a self-inflicted thigh tattoo didn’t occur to me as a possible means of celebration.
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What, you don’t remember Slicey the skateboarding slice of pizza from Pee-wee’s Playhouse? He left the show after the first season. Things got awkward after Pee-wee asked Jambi, “If you love pizza so much, then why don’t you marry it?,” since everyone on the set knew about Jambi and Slicey’s coke-fueled off-screen affair. Everyone except Slicey’s wife.
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I guess this is actually a pretty good tattoo, if you’re into retarded Minotaurs. And with a rack like that, who ISN’T into retarded Minotaurs? Right guys?
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So apparently there’s some sort of sports thing on tonight? I think I know who this guy is rooting for: Ireland. We’re talking about World Cup, right?
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KIDDING, I know who the Celtics are. Larry Bird plays for them and they led the insurrection of Easter 1916.
One more classy and not at all offensive Boston tat after the jump that, yes, I know, has nothing to do with basketball but whatever. Click to see more… »
Submitted by: Lauren A via Submission Page
I guess this would come in handy (see what I did there?) when people ask you stupid questions. And yet, I can’t help but think that—regardless of Google’s current market share—tech-themed tattoos are the old-man–earring of tomorrow: they’re going to make you look dated. Just ask my Ask Jeeves tramp stamp (and he’ll answer with something totally unrelated to what you’re looking for).
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Eh, I was never really into Family Matters. There was only one late-80s/early-90s sitcom with an annoying neighbor and unexplained disappearances of younger cast members for me:
Submitted by: crazylikefox via Submission Page
There are a few things we can surmise from this photograph: two friends (or siblings, or patients from the same mental ward at the penitentiary) decide to get matching tattoos. Presumably they go to the same “artist,” who can only do one tattoo at a time. Here is what I don’t understand: THE SECOND PERSON WENT THROUGH WITH IT. How do you look at this mess and say “Okay, my turn for a Pig Baby Jesus!” I would have been out of there faster than Mel Gibson at a bris.
Although, now that I think about it, a single tattoo artist doing a piece with each hand at the same time would almost explain the quality of the work here. Almost. Maybe he was actually working on four different clients at the time, and these were the ones he did with his feet? I’m gonna go with that.
Submitted by: Julia N via Submission Page
So it turns out that co-opting a soft drink slogan to hang over your nether regions like a neon Open sign isn’t just for boys. Sisters are do-the-Dewing it for themselves!
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Well, they speak to some of us, I guess. Right now someone’s grandpa is saying, “‘ORLY’? As in Orly Taitz? Yeah, I guess that does look a bit like her. Don’t know why ya’d want a tattoo of that crazy broad though.”
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