Ok so here is a story about why you should use a dictionary before going to get tattooed:
I am currently taking an International Business Finance class (aka FIN 435), and yeah it's as fun as it sounds. The reason why I mention this though is two Hispanic girls sit in front of me. They look like the type that would shank you in the subway with a box-cutter if you looked at them wrong. You know the kind with the lip liner five shades darker than the lipstick so as David Cross would say it looks like a dirty asshole. Well one of the girls has her name tattooed on her back, "Dianne." Incase she forgets it I guess. Below her name is a tiger or a panther or a rose or some equally unoriginal and ugly as all fucking tarnation POS flash from off the wall of Jimbo's Tattoo and Bait Shack. Well... here's the best/worst/most fucking awesome part. Below that lies the word... honest to dogma: "Eucuadarian"
It took me forever to realize that it was "Ecuadorian" misspelled! At which point I audibly laughed so hard all 100 or so fellow classmates could hear me. Yeah... the joys of higher education are grand.
I am currently taking an International Business Finance class (aka FIN 435), and yeah it's as fun as it sounds. The reason why I mention this though is two Hispanic girls sit in front of me. They look like the type that would shank you in the subway with a box-cutter if you looked at them wrong. You know the kind with the lip liner five shades darker than the lipstick so as David Cross would say it looks like a dirty asshole. Well one of the girls has her name tattooed on her back, "Dianne." Incase she forgets it I guess. Below her name is a tiger or a panther or a rose or some equally unoriginal and ugly as all fucking tarnation POS flash from off the wall of Jimbo's Tattoo and Bait Shack. Well... here's the best/worst/most fucking awesome part. Below that lies the word... honest to dogma: "Eucuadarian"
It took me forever to realize that it was "Ecuadorian" misspelled! At which point I audibly laughed so hard all 100 or so fellow classmates could hear me. Yeah... the joys of higher education are grand.