A Michigan newspaper columnist is
hosting a competition: Whomever can tell the saddest tale about getting a tattoo they now regret can get it removed for free by a local doctor. Stern's marking his calendar so he can claim in ten years that he thought of this first.
I gave my vote to Sandy Lopez, the young woman who got a clover on her ankle to express her pride in her Irish heritage. Except it turns out she's not Irish. She thought she was Sandy O'Pez?
Runner up: "I am now 31, and an intelligent, classy, Christian woman, except for my tattoo."
Before anyone jumps my ass and says I posted this because I'm judgmental about people who have tattoos, know this: I am judging you. You are bad and wrong. I will be laughing at you and your flabby tattooed ass 30 years in the future, except for Taxwonk, at whom I'm laughing now.
