This is what happens when I am let out of the house.
I get Tattooed. I drink - alot. and apparently, I can be persuded by Troll Baby and Roo to smoke like a chimney. And stay up until 3 a.m.
Do I know the Way to San Jose? Shit, yeah.
Saturday, July 29, 2006
This is what happens when I am let out of the house.
I get Tattooed. I drink - alot. and apparently, I can be persuded by Troll Baby and Roo to smoke like a chimney. And stay up until 3 a.m.
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Dude! You got a tattoo?!
you look SO funny with a butt hanging out of your mouth!
Man, 4 days and a tattoo? ummmmmmm, where is your tattoo? I'm so jealous.
Is that a stick-on? Where's Tammie? What have you done with Tammie?
A tat with the word "blog" in it. Wow. You are SERIOUS about your blogging. Talking about taking it to the next level!
Is that a real tattoo?
Is that a real cigarette?
I so wish I was there.
Dude. We clearly had the same tattoo artist.
Did you get rubbed hard, too?
You should see MY tattoo - it has beautiful hibiscus flowers. And here I thought I'd never get ink.
You know... you list those things as if they are bad ;)
I, too, succumbed to the tattoo pressure. (as you know) It's a beautiful thing.
Dude! You smoked? Oh wait. I meant...Dude! You got a tatoo?
I now regret that my blogher photo set does not include one of you smoking, OR of your tattoo. Clearly I was not pointing my camera in the right direction!
I'm SO sorry I made you sit there and talk about Le Vagine. I had a blast - though did you see me this next morning? Coffee I.V. Drip. Dude.
Good God - it's Wednesday and my tattoo is still perfectly intact.
I can't even imagine what the other ladies at the grocery store thought.
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