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Ink Spotter: Elizabeth R
The old grey donkey, Eeyore, stood by himself in a corner of the forest, his head on one side, and thought about things. Sometimes he thought sadly to himself, “Why?” and sometimes he did not quite know what he was thinking about.
Turns out, it was homicide. Way to give Eeyore a purpose. Finally, maybe the moping will stop.
Source: Alberto Fernandez Fernandez/Wikipedia
Here’s a classic example of trompe l’oeil: the ceiling of the Jesuit Church in Vienna. Andrea Pozzo’s skilled use of perspective gives the illusion of an intricate dome on what is actually a flat surface.
I’m almost sure that this gentleman had such masterpieces in mind—perhaps this very one—when he walked into a tattoo parlor and asked for this:
Ink Spotter: Brittany
Oh yeah, I was joking about the break from depravity.
Ink Spotter: Jessica
Do you have ANY idea how hard it is to find snuff films featuring Borg trannies with poor bowel control? Really fucking hard. If that was your fixation, you’d get this tattoo as well.
Happy Friday everyone. It’s been a long week, so I think it’s time to have some fun with another game of Shoot, Screw, or Marry.
Actually, this round might more appropriately be called Double-Homicide, Ménage à Threesome, or Move to a Utah Commune With, but that doesn’t exactly roll of the tongue.
Anyway, today’s lineup:
Source: Inked By Design
The Pillsbury Doughboy poppin’ his puff pastry into Little Debbie’s Swiss roll. At least, I think that’s Little Debbie. She’s wearing the hat, but wasn’t LD a brunette? Maybe it’s Alice in Wonderland? But that would be CRAZY!
Ink Spotter: Matthew C
A disturbingly graphic rendering of skunk rounding second base and sliding into third. Wait, do skunks have bases?
Ink Spotter: Andy
And…this. I would call it comically poor in execution, except that I’m not laughing.
My picks: Off the stick figures. Though I am curious to know if this guy goes around asking people if they “want to see his stick figure” before pulling down the waistband of his pants.
Get it on with the skunks. Ugh, I can’t believe I just said that. But hey, at least they have creepily humanlike sex organs, right?
Walk down the aisle with the cupcake couple. While I don’t condone such treatment of Little Debbie (homegirl always had my back in college), I can’t really say no to Pillsbury’s prefab cookie dough. Or those fucking cinnamon rolls in a tube. Really, you had me at “Toaster Scrambles®.”
Damn, this is a tough one! Your picks in the comments. And no, “shoot them all” is not an answer. Do you peek while playing Marco Polo too, cheaterface?
PS: Do you ever have a day when you really hope that your dad isn’t reading your blog? No? Uh, me either.
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