If you were going to go get a tattoo tonight

Griffin on my right shoulder. I won't bore you with the details of why. I've been planning it for a long time, it's change dimensions so much, but it's what I'd get.
 
I'm trying to decide if I want more undeciphered text on my other arm. Lady P tells me my next tat is going to be an octopus on my shoulder with tentacles wrapping all down my arm.
 
"WTTCIOTAA" - on my wiener.


When aroused it would say, "Welcome To the California Institute Of Technolongy And Agriculture"

In 24-point font :cool:
 
It's precisely because I change my mind every year or two as to what I want that I've not gotten one yet. For a while I was into dragons, but that passed... then for a short time, I was fascinated by the trefoil... then a short period in which I was seriously considering a stylized Japanese chrystanthemum... My good friend has kitty paws winding up her neck and behind her ear, and that one pulls at my heart strings a lot.... But in the end, I won't, because I know I'll eventually change my mind again. You can change makeup and jewelry, and grow out a really bad haircut or dye job, but tatts are forever.
 
The number 42, but not sure where to put it, probably on my forearm
 
I'm trying to decide if I want more undeciphered text on my other arm. Lady P tells me my next tat is going to be an octopus on my shoulder with tentacles wrapping all down my arm.

She just doesn't appear to be into Japanese tentacle porn.
 
You're a pot head... and you have a tattoo of a Star Trek communication badge. No confusion.


Well you put confused face up so I thought you might be confused. And it's not a com badge...it's the star fleet command logo....gawwwd.
 
A cupcake on my behind. That way I could enjoy the irony and a gent would have something ELSE fun to lick.:)
 
It's precisely because I change my mind every year or two as to what I want that I've not gotten one yet. For a while I was into dragons, but that passed... then for a short time, I was fascinated by the trefoil... then a short period in which I was seriously considering a stylized Japanese chrystanthemum... My good friend has kitty paws winding up her neck and behind her ear, and that one pulls at my heart strings a lot.... But in the end, I won't, because I know I'll eventually change my mind again. You can change makeup and jewelry, and grow out a really bad haircut or dye job, but tatts are forever.

Ditto. If I got one it would be a line from my favorite poem, The Lake Isle of Innisfree by WB Yeats, but I cannot imagine any tatoo that I wouldn't really regret 20 years from now, so I just think about it and then forget it.
 
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