Being a piercer is creepy sometimes.
Imagine, if you will, a daughter, mother and grandmother all coming it to get pierced. It was some kind of 'family-bonding' moment, so I got to pierce a girl in her late teens, a lady in her late thirties and then a lady in her 50's -- all from the same family. All navels. All talking non-stop.
And THEN I had the experience of piercing one of their friends.
Egads.
It's enough to make me want to take up as a botanist.
Just kidding.
Bring your annoying selfs -- it pays my bills.
Imagine, if you will, a daughter, mother and grandmother all coming it to get pierced. It was some kind of 'family-bonding' moment, so I got to pierce a girl in her late teens, a lady in her late thirties and then a lady in her 50's -- all from the same family. All navels. All talking non-stop.
And THEN I had the experience of piercing one of their friends.
Egads.
It's enough to make me want to take up as a botanist.
Just kidding.
Bring your annoying selfs -- it pays my bills.
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Where's that artery run through the tongue, you can see it right, we'll find out!
Great, the 3'O Clock nipple person fainted.
Ad nauseum.
Worse then tattoo clients, a whole nother breed. And we would do horrible things, like bachelorette parties with ladybugs on the toes for all (womit)...