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Submitted By: Caitlin H
So you walked in and asked for a tattoo of Nikki Sixx, but ended up with a tattoo of his pudgy, mildly autistic cousin Glenn. So what? Glenn likes to rock too. He’s going to see Night Ranger at the county fair next week.
Source: Fuck Yeah Tattoos
As you might have heard, the king is dead.
I’m not going to say I find this tattoo surprising. He was arguably the world’s most famous person, adored by literally millions of fans. I’m sure this isn’t the first Michael Jackson tattoo, and it’s certainly not going to be the last.
Here’s what DOES surprise me. This picture showed up in my inbox at around 8 p.m. last night, presumably after having hit a few other inboxes before mine. Jackson had been pronounced dead at 2:26 p.m., a scant 6 hours earlier. So while the rest of the world ground to a halt and office workers everywhere shirked deadlines in favor of watching Thriller clips on YouTube and hitting “refresh” on TMZ over and over again, this guy was calling around to local tattoo parlors to find someone who could squeeze him in for a same-day. I’m guessing he was in the chair by 4 in order to have had this shit touring the Internet by 7.
Meanwhile, I could barely get it together to call my mom to discuss the sad news. How do people get shit done (and on the Internet) so fast? And why do they always seem to use their powers for evil instead of good? Like getting idiotic tattoos instead of, say, finding a cure for cancer or cleaning my house? Only one of those activities ends in laser surgery, and it’s not cleaning out my fridge. Yet. If you wait any longer, it might be a different story.
Rest in peace, MJ. Thanks for Thriller.
Source: Mixx
This is the tattoo you get when you walk into the parlor and say, “I want a tattoo, but I’m just not sure what to get.” It’s known as the Kitchen Sink. Fan of James Brown? Done. How about Wu-Tang? Bam. Into bats, or flying animals of any kind? You’re covered.
What about Batman, birds, Jambi, aliens, dragons, dreadlocks, Frankenstein, goblins, Native American imagery, dinosaurs, or making your torso look like a face wearing a Crusader’s helmet? I defy you to find something not represented by this tattoo.
Source: List Of The Day
I want a tattoo. There’s just something about them. They set people apart. Make them . . . different somehow. But it will be on me forever, so I want it to be something meaningful. This is a commitment. A celebration of something important to me.
Maybe my tattoo should be of President John F. Kennedy. A truly great American. Didn’t blink through the Bay of Pigs. Wrote Profiles in Courage. Inspired a nation.
But that might be a little intense. My body may not be fit enough to honor someone so great. Maybe a portrait of my wife? That one wedding picture she likes. She’s beautiful. She’d be honored. But man, what if the tattoo guy gets it wrong? What if one eye is bigger than the other, or something like that? Ooh, she would be pissed!
Goddamn! I know! Joe effing Dirt!
Source: TattooDesign-Ideas
You spelled “My Parents Didn’t Pay Enough Attention to Me” wrong.
Image Source: Daisy of Love
This whole Harry Potter phenomenon is great, isn’t it? I mean, really great. Encouraging children to read, whisking adults away to a fantastical dream world, etc. You know what else is great? Proust’s A Remembrance of Things Past. And health insurance. And the way that plants convert the carbon dioxide we humans produce back into the oxygen we breathe. All things you should also get tattoos of as well, in my opinion.
PS: Enjoy never getting laid again.
Image Credit: C-Cynical
Clay Aiken. Fine. I won’t even bother commenting on how ridiculous it is to get a Clay Aiken tattoo. I know he has legions of fans, and branding any one of them as crazy for getting this tattoo ignores the very important fact that if you’re a fan of Clay Aiken, you were probably crazy to begin with. I’m not even going to dwell on the fact that this picture makes Clay look EVEN MORE RETARDED than he does in the flesh.
What I wanted to know is why his head appears to be rising out of a misshapen black hole. After some Googling, I found this:
So it’s the picture from the cover of his first album. Except without the arms. Just the sleeves. Given the skill of the tattoo artist, I guess the arms were too hard to do. As was forgoing the sleeve and instead attempting to include his chin. It was just too big a risk. You wouldn’t have wanted this tattoo to have turned out ugly, right?
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