In which your humble scribe gets inked.

Yeah, so the combined thieving rat bastards governments of the state of WI and the Feds decided they'd gimme some of my tax money back. I thought this rather nice of them.

For a while now, I'd been debating getting a tattoo of something, just because. I wasn't gonna run out and get just anything, this is something I'm gonna carry for the rest of my life. Tribal stuff just isn't my thing, plus it's sorta overdone anyway.

So, I was bored one night, and I don't remember how, but I came across a picture of Snoopy doing the Snoopy Dance. "Aha!!" said I, "that would be a cool idea for a tattoo!" I then went back to surfing for porn looking for educational materials, and spaced it.

I was over at a buddy's house, talking to his GF, and the subject came up again. I said that I was thinking about the Snoopy thing, and next thing I know, we're saddling up and heading to the shop to get Snoopy inked into my arm.

For those of you who're wondering WTF I'm talking about, this is the Snoopy Dance:


























Pretty cool, and a pretty good representation of my personality since getting my life into some semblance of order.

So, I get the location all figured out, and then wait for the artist to get ready.

He calls me back to his station and we get things situated, then off to work we go. It's kinda hard to describe the feeling. Did it hurt? Yeah, a lil bit at first, but not too badly. The artist reminded me a couple times that we could take a break anytime, but I didn't need one, so it was done in one shot, about 1/2 hour or so. Turned out great. Women seem to like it a lot, which is good, 'cause when you're fat 'n ugly like I am, ya need every advantage you can get!

I should probably show ya a picture of the end result. Here you go:












All in all, it was an interesting experience. Will I get another one? Who knows. As of now, I don't have any ideas anyway.