Wednesday, September 16, 2015

1276: You're a Dim Boy, Wilberforce

I never understood people who liked to write on themselves. I wasn't one to do that, not wanting to spend the next three days with gradually fading ink on my hands and arms. I did allow this girl to write and draw on my hand during my freshman year of high school. But I wasn't thinking clearly.

Why would you write "Wow" on your arm for a tattoo unless it's going to be a sentence reading "Wow. I'm a complete moron."

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