Some things you can control. Some things you can't control...

Florida, 2004. My son's first birthday. Disney nonsense for a couple of days. Wife and I decide we need to get tattoos to celebrate our kids. And we won't be having more little cunts. So that was that.
 
Look in the mirror and ask yourself this...

Am I morbidly obese, riiiiight up there on the stupid scale, and do I constantly lie to cover all that shit up?

Report back ASAP. KTHX.

But im not woman height with a tramp stamp...so i go that going for me
 
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I'm struggling to get initials out of that, but I'll take your word for it.

You're also braver than most, that's for sure.
 
I've been thinking about a new tat but haven't decided on exactly what to get. My coat of arms on my arm took ten years to decide. I'll probably get another heraldry thingamabob.
 
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