Look, I may not know what it's like to get tattooed on my back, but I do know what it's like to get tattooed on the wrist, ankle, and foot. Sure, I might have dropped a few F-bombs during the process... but it was NOTHING like this dramatic old hag. And I even consider myself somewhat of a weakling. Well, not anymore.
P.S. aren't tattoo artists NOT supposed to work on drunky drunks?
Ugh, gawd. I would hate to see her get waxed. Or worse... give birth.
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