This Is Why I Stick with Top Ramen
February 8th, 2010
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Fucking vegetables. Look what they did to my rabbit:
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“Wussy”? I’d Like to See You Escape the Evil Duke of Rudling
February 8th, 2010
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What’s that, Lassie? Timmy is stuck in the well? No? Oh, Timmy’s at the tattoo parlor about to make a really stupid decision? OH NO! Let’s go before it’s too late!
Are You Ready for Some Football? No? Yeah, Me Neither
February 7th, 2010
Well, it’s Super Bowl Sunday here in the U.S. of A., so I imagine that if you’re into American football, you’ve already got all of the necessary items assembled. But if you’re a procrastinator like I am, don’t worry. There’s still time to hit the grocery store/your wife. To make things easy for you, we’ve assembled the Ugliest Tattoos Checklist for Super Bowl Enjoyment:
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1. Beer. I, for one, can’t enjoy any sporting event without beer. I’m not sure if that’s because I love beer or because I hate sports, but either way, the game starts at 3:30; Jessica starts at noon.
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2. Fucking pizza. Regular pizza just won’t do on this most auspicious of days.
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3. Wood glue. For when one of your drunk buddies inevitably falls through the coffee table. It’s always the year that you DON’T have wood glue on hand that this happens. Trust me.
Enjoy the game, everyone! And remember: if your team wins, don’t run out to get a new tattoo immediately after. Sometimes the celebratory spirit doesn’t quite translate in the light of sobriety.
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Say Hello to the Special Teams Equipment Manager
February 7th, 2010
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You guys know what today is, right? The most important sporting event of the year? Otherwise known as Men’s Christmas?
That’s right, the PUPPY BOWL!!!!
I Knew I Should Have Upgraded This Arm to a Newer OS
February 6th, 2010
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Man, I hate it when you’re in the middle of working on an amazing sleeve, and suddenly you get the red arm of death. So. Frustrating.
What? It’s Tiring Having to Explain What You Want With Actual Words
February 6th, 2010
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Looks like this lucky little man is wearing a bowtie. That’s how you know he’s classy.
Jacob and Edward’s New Rival
February 5th, 2010
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This may seem silly now, but when they cast one of the Jonas Brothers as the slobbering dildocorn character in the next Twilight movie, it’s all you’re going to hear anyone talk about. Team Slobbering Dildocorn!
Fuck Something
February 5th, 2010
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Good old knuckle tats. Today’s set features an obscenity and an illegible. “Fuck Foam”? “Fuck Toad”? “Fuck Foal”?
Why can’t you be more like this young man?
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Neat AND inoffensive. The kind of knuckle tats you can take home to mom.
A Fine Example of the Genre
February 4th, 2010
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This piece was done by Roget Peekytoe of Elko, Nevada, the world’s foremost tattoo artist specializing in both pet portraits and transgendered werewolves doing the Robot.
He has a waiting list of 30 to 45 minutes, during which time he’s not actually working on other clients, but rather watching old episodes of ThunderCats that he has on Betamax while having a bowl of Easy Mac. They say that patience is its own reward, but I think that the above picture suggests otherwise.
Would You Like Some Punch to Drink? HA HA HA!
February 4th, 2010
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Well, I suppose this is where we declare our allegiances. I am a Street Fighter 2 person to the core. Mortal Kombat was too dark and bloody for the Victorian sensibilities of young Jessica. And Street Fighter 2 had at least one character whose special move involved nothing more than pounding a single key over and over again, which is just about the extent of my video game capabilities.
Really though, when it comes down to it, there’s only one man who ever understood me:
If This Tat Could Talk