idle_hands

hey...

well... what an odd weekend....

i finished a 'SIMPSONS' stomach piece (pix to follow), and was feeling on top of the world..

then sat nite came, and for no reason got all grumpy (as us old men do), then
tilly came over and drank with nadine and i, and talked random bollocks, mainly tilly and me talking about what would be the best weapons. vehicles for the zombie holocaust (it IS coming) in our post -DEMONS watching...

then we all got drunk, and i mean d-r-unk.

dancing to bon jovi, and random other things...

the nite ended with nadine falling asleep, on the sofa with a can of beer in hand, and dint spill a drop..waste not want not.....

then sunday came, started the most insane geometric half sleeve cover up ive EVER attempted.. but pulled it off (the first sitting that is) so i was well chuffed...

then i had a fone call from aguy who attended the ink and iron show... i won an award for best male back piece!! hurrah...

but the guy is being stubborn on giving me the award as he thinks HE won it (what, by turning up you nonce?) and we had a huge fight, and it resulted in me deciding NEVER to tattoo him(the 'if i was any slower, i'd be going backwards' prick) or his buttugly pug like wife again...

so that pissed me off, but its not my fault he has 3 brain cells and 2 are out to lunch... i wanna use lots of swear words to describe him... but shant.... mongoloid retarded fucking fuckwit. shit off.

grrrr. i was all happy up to that point.. wanker ruined my good mood...

twats.