Man, life can be hard. I mean, folks want to be all judgmental and whatnot. Seriously, heavens forbid you ever want to express yourself honestly. You would get crushed for it. Like, what if you wanted to show your appreciation for the Louisville Cardinals basketball….
Zoinks! What in the name of Russ Smith is going on here? Is that a real tattoo? OshKosh B’Gosh, I have so many questions.
Who in the holy heck is this guy? Why is the number 50 so important to him? What tattoo parlor signed off on his? What was the charge for such a masterpiece? Is this fella married? Did someone accidentally let him reproduce? If he is employed — and that is a HUGE if — what does his boss think about such a “swell” looking tattoo.
I can’t answer a single one of these questions. Here I was, minding my own business, and bam! Some dude with the strangest tattoo this side of Mike Tyson pops up while I am looking around the Interwebs. I feel, um, violated.
Good for this guy, though — I guess. Nobody puts this guy in a corner. He will not only have his cake as well as eat it, but he will put that cake on his head and call it a hat — and tell you to like it.