Therinx

I guess there were no women in 1961. How did we ever procreate? :eek:

I guess there were no women in 1961. How did we ever procreate? :eek:

Wow. Just.... wow. So i'll be tortured by a cat, a fox, disembodied wings, two birds and a baby devil in diapers. Interesting.
So alot of peeps are going to get tortured by Jesus!

"Does your mother know you have those?" (I'm 47 years old btw)
Answer: "My mother's dead ma'am. Her skull is on my back." (not really, but i felt like messing with her) :D

Instead of plainskin, my buddy calls them Rawhides. :p

"Does your mother know you have those?" (I'm 47 years old btw)
Answer: "My mother's dead ma'am. Her skull is on my back." (not really, but i felt like messing with her) :D

"Does your mother know you have those?" (I'm 47 years old btw)
Answer: "My mother's dead ma'am. Her skull is on my back." (not really, but i felt like messing with her) :D

"Does your mother know you have those?" (I'm 47 years old btw)
Answer: "My mother's dead ma'am. Her skull is on my back." (not really, but i felt like messing with her) :D

"Does your mother know you have those?" (I'm 47 years old btw)
Answer: "My mother's dead ma'am. Her skull is on my back." (not really, but i felt like messing with her) :D

"Does your mother know you have those?" (I'm 47 years old btw)
Answer: "My mother's dead ma'am. Her skull is on my back." (not really, but i felt like messing with her) :D

"Does your mother know you have those?" (I'm 47 years old btw)
Answer: "My mother's dead ma'am. Her skull is on my back." (not really, but i felt like messing with her) :D

"Does your mother know you have those?" (I'm 47 years old btw)
Answer: "My mother's dead ma'am. Her skull is on my back." (not really, but i felt like messing with her) :D

"Does your mother know you have those?" (I'm 47 years old btw)
Answer: "My mother's dead ma'am. Her skull is on my back." (not really, but i felt like messing with her) :D

Can't make this shit up. Two recent conversations from the bar.
Number One!
Me: What're you up to tonight?
Girl: Well I supposed to get tattooed but my tattoo artists rejected me!
Me: What?! What happened?
Girl: (Pulls out a piece of paper with a crazy long math/physics equation and begins to unfold to show me.) Well, I was supposed to get this on my finger, but--
Me: (Bursts out laughing) Yeah, that ain't going on your finger...
Girl: He laughed at me, too!
Me: Yeah. Sorry to laugh, it's just so long you won't be able to get it that small and still see what it is. What about on your arm, or wrapping around your wrist?
Girl: Yeah, that's what he suggested, too. Especially because it's my only tattoo or whatever. But I'm a programmer and I want to look at it while I'm working at the keyboard. He also suggested that I shouldn't get it in white.
Me: White.. ink?
Girl: Yeah. Because it's for me. And I don't want anyone else to just be able to see it like that.
Me: Sounds like maybe you should think about it some more..
After that initial talk we had a pretty cool conversation about the equation and the dual reality somethingorother it pertains to. She was a super smart person in that realm for sure. I left her with the suggestion of getting a cat in a box as a much cooler design (part of this theory about a cat being in a box with the lid closed and there being two realities..) but she was pretty set on the equation.
Number Two!
The set up here.. it was late, this chick was at the bar for a while so obviously a little drunk.
Girl: Hey, you get your tattoos here?
Me: Yeah, mostly, at this point kind of all over.
Girl: Where should I go?
Me: Hard to go wrong in this neighborhood, Three kings, Eight of Swords, Adorned, Saved...
Girl: Are they open?
Me: When...?
Girl: Now.
Me: It's almost two in the morning -- no shops are open right now.
Girl: Really? None??
Me: You could go into the city and check out West 4th St. but I really encourage you to not do that.
Girl: So.. there are no tattoo shops open in Brooklyn right now is what you're telling me.
Me: That's what I'm telling you.
Girl: (Takes her drinks that I made her and begins to walk away.) Fuck this borough.
And I thought that would be the end of it! She came back and wanted to talk some more.
Girl: So, it says XXSHOPXX is right off of XXSTREETXX -- is that close by?
Me: It's not far but I'm telling you it's not open. Why don't you just wait?
Girl: YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND. My friend over there is only in town tonight and we won't be in the same city again for like maybe a couple years.
Me: Well that might work better, you can both get great tattoos in your respective cities and they'll probably be way better than trying to get it in at like 2 AM. You could get something awesome!
Girl: Nope, you don't get what I'm saying.
Me: (Past the point of patience and I can't walk away because I'm making them another round of drinks.) It sounds like you probably shouldn't get tattooed. It sounds like a bad idea is what I think you're saying.
Girl: Well aren't they all?
Me: I'm sorry..?
Girl: All of this (pointing to my arms) -- you can't tell me any of this is actually a good idea.
Me: Did you really just say that?
Girl: Well, I mean, come on.. when you're 90. They're going to look like shit.
Me: No, they're going to look awesome and I'm going to be an awesome 90 yr old with tattoos that I didn't get at fucking two in the morning. This is going to be your last round, I'll have the server bring your check over and you can still make it over to West 4th, the cab ride shouldn't be much more than $20!
Girl: Whatever.
Me: Have a good night! Good luck!
Hope I'm not sounding like too much of an asshole.. My bar persona is always ten thousand times nicer than my real life demeanor but this second girl really pushed it. I'll put up with a lot of idiots and I know how to handle plenty of bullshit but when you outright insult me in my own bar..? You're done. I hope she went and got tattooed.. everyone gets the tattoo they deserve!

Instead of plainskin, my buddy calls them Rawhides. :p

Instead of plainskin, my buddy calls them Rawhides. :p

"Does it feel funny?", followed by "Can i touch it?"
Never say that unless you're prepared for a dirty response. :D

Instead of plainskin, my buddy calls them Rawhides. :p

"Does it feel funny?", followed by "Can i touch it?"
Never say that unless you're prepared for a dirty response. :D

Instead of plainskin, my buddy calls them Rawhides. :p

"Does it feel funny?", followed by "Can i touch it?"
Never say that unless you're prepared for a dirty response. :D

I don't think about balance at all.
When i get an idea, i think about where it would work best and look good, within my own limitations of available space (im not getting hands, feet, neck, head tattooed) That's about it.
Right now, i've got a bunch on my right leg and none on my left. Just the way its worked out. I don't lean to one side either. :p

Well from now on whenver i'm at Kings Ave. i'm gonna shout "ANY LST'ers HERE?????"

Well from now on whenver i'm at Kings Ave. i'm gonna shout "ANY LST'ers HERE?????"

My favorite place. Love those guys. Last time i was there, in April, i sat down in the chair and turned to my left right into the staring eyes of Oliver Peck.
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Joel Brewer. Last appt of Saturday night. Super nice guy. And i got to watch the suspension show while he was working.