Jack White needs to invite me to his house so we can all hang out and play music together and eat finger foods and play pin ball machines and go bowling.
That's too bad your tat didn't stay. I had that problem with one on my leg, but I think it was just because the kid who tried to do it was an idiot. So since then I just do my own tats. The ones I can reach, anyway. Got my new tattoo machine up and operational this morning, and just finished hitting up a twisted looking skull with bat wings on the top of my left hand. And as far as talking about gross shite, don't worry about it. All me and my friends have pretty warped minds, so it's really hard for me to find anything gross at this point....
"If I did that Holly, there won't be anything left for anybody else".
Now we can't have that now can we?
JVB