YSaC, Vol. 818: Some boys hug me, some boys kiss me, some probably aren’t going to file withholding..
tattooist
I need one more professional tattooist for my downtown ###### shop. we will be catering to the 35-60 demographic. This shop is an ideal location that will attract the professional urbanite as opposed to the broke hipster. My vision is not the normal tattoo shop. When you see it you’ll understand. this is gonna set the new benchmark for the industry. I need a good clean tattooist instead of a sloppy pre madonna tattoo artist. ############@gmail.com . Send portfolio and contact info.
This will be totally confidential so as to not screw up your current employment.
Now, just a minute… I understand you’re trying to appeal to an older clientele, but just because you hope your CUSTOMERS will be older, are you going to insist that your employees are as well?
According to the source of all knowledge and wisdom, namely, a cursory Google search, the Material Girl is 52 years old. So if you want a “pre Madonna” tattoo artist, you’re overly limiting the applicant pool. (And if you’re actually referring to the Virgin Mary, I think you’re REALLY going to be out of luck.)
Also, I’m very puzzled by the line about not screwing up your current employment. Wouldn’t you want to hire someone to be a tattoo artist who is presently working as, oh, I don’t know…. a tattoo artist? I don’t know about you, but I don’t want my skin permanently decorated by a moonlighting fry cook.
Thanks for the horror, Emily!
I foresee a rash of submissions to Ugliest Tattoos in the near future.
I just foresee a rash…and blotches…
There’s a key to getting good tattoos (in theory; I don’t have one). One, make sure you get a tattoo that actually means something in your life, and be sure that it will continue to define your life for years. Two, get a tattoo in an area where the skin does not usually stretch, i.e. the upper back, near the shoulders. Do Not get tattoos of people, unless they are your children. Boyfriend-girlfriend and husband-wife relationships can change, thus making that name on your chest the name of a person you dated for 3 weeks back in 1995.
I just now noticed that I’ve been commenting on the new ad of the day. Oops.
The back of the neck is a good area too, that’s where mine is.
My ex, the idiot, got my initials tattooed on his ankle. He’s now on his third wife and my initials are still are his ankle. He gives excuses as to why he hasn’t had it removed or changed; my favorite being that “the initials are too cool to remove.”
[tattooyoucorey]Oldest daughter-child got a silly smiley flower face tattoo on her abdomen when she was 18-19 yrs. old – don’t know exactly she didn’t tell me till years later. Fast-forward to post-childbirth and silly smiley face now looks like a deranged clown…too funny. Other daughter child had a Playboy bunny put on her abdomen (what is up with the placement of these things??) and post-baby and post-60+ lb. weight loss and the bunny has REALLY long ears. LOL [/endtattooyoucorey]
Hmmm….teenage (I’m assuming) daughter gets Playboy bunny tattoo on her abdomen. Bet she was popular. No offense intended. Seriously, no offense meant.
NMN…no worries…she was engaged at the time and her fiance (now hubby) was with her when she got it.
Yeah, that’s fine for that daughter, but I do feel sorry for the one with Depressy the Clown on her abdomen.
Tanker…it’s some funny sh*t…I tell ya, every time I see it I point, laugh, and get the “look”…LOL
Yeah, I’d only put a tattoo on a part of the body that doesn’t change shape as you get older. Like the ankle!
*Ankles start to swell*
Haha! It looks like my tiger has been hitting the Crispy Creme!
Don’t you mean your Not.A.Lion has been hitting the Crispy Creme?
[copy editor corey] Krispy Kreme [/copy editor corey]
Sorry, that was bugging me and I’m still insufficiently caffeinated. As you were.
Oh yeah…most of the Krispy Kremes in the Baltimore area shut down about 12 years ago, so you only see them in Royal Farms and the like. Also, I havn’t had a Krispy Kreme donut for a long time now.
Yeah, I noticed it right after I hit the submit button. But with no more editing privileges, you’ll probably notice a sharp decline in my ability to correctly grammar and spell.
Use correct grammar. Sorry, it was bugging me.
No it should be, “My ability to correctly grammaritize.”*
*Sorry kelli, I’m in a weird mood today. Might have to do with the fact that I only got 2 and a half hours of sleep last night.
That time I did it on purpose to validatify my assertion of decreased grammaticality*.
*Holy crap, grammaticality is apparently a word! Either that or spellcheck is just messing with me again.
I think you’ve corrupted your spellcheck.
I’m a bad influencity.
Even more so than before? 8)
I guess it wasn’t too obvious how often I utilized the edit function to turn my normally horrific noodling into something vaguely understandable.
Many of my posts were still pretty wrong even after a half dozen edits. Now you’ll get to see the… wrongatiosness in all its glory.
Considering that you acknowledge it and are sporting when we point it out, I am just going to enjoy seeing what you come up with. *pops popcorn*
I’m also going to have to use tags when I do something intentionally from now on, otherwise it’ll blend in.
I’m thinking maybe:
[taco]you’ll probably notice a sharp decline in my ability to correctly grammar and spell.[/taco]
The Merriam Webster website lists three valid entries under grammatical:
grammaticality (noun)
grammatically (adverb)
grammaticalness (noun)
So apparently, there’s nothing wrong with the following sentence.
The grammaticalness of this sentence is supported by the Merriam-Webster online dictionary’s definition of grammatical, because the dictionary people accept the grammaticality contained herein as being grammatically correct.
Yay two English degrees.
I’m getting a serious G.W. Bush vibe here with all the grammaritizing and wrongaciousness.
grammar and spell are perfectly good verbs……
Our OED CD-ROM is not letting me cut and paste it, but it does in fact have an entry for grammar as a verb, noting “v. rare.”
Lola – I’m a little bit (more) in love with you now that I know you’ve got the OED on CD-ROM.
LRC, it’s not mine (sadly), it’s at work. I’m such a word nerd that I was excited when we got it and will use it at the drop of a hat. If you can ever buy it, it’s a really interesting product.
And Tacomagic is the rare soul, isn’t he………
There are days when his soul is pretty medium well done.
Well done
soulsole is a mortal sin!That clears that up, the girl I know is not a mother. Although she probaly has unfortunate tattoos, everyone my age does. I may be the last remaining gen-x kid with no tats or piercings outside of my earlobes.
It’s like me as a Gen-Y kid being without an MP3 player (Ok, I do own one… somewhere. But I never use it).
Fight the stigmas of your generation!
*Hides all his other technology*
I’m Gen-X, and no tats or non-ear piercing either. Though if I ever stop working in the corporate world, I’m going to pierce my nose and dye my hair blue just once, because I can. Doesn’t matter how old I am, it’s to make up for being a corporate drone.
I’m tempted to do blue hair seeing as I’m not only allowed, but encouraged at my job to do so. Crazy hair, piercings, tattoos, all are allowed, but we can’t wear rubber soled shoes, even on casual Friday.
OT, but you would know why this is funny/awesome, Lola: One of our clients is a salon named Hairdresser On Fire. NO ONE here got the reference.
Christina, the rubber-sole issue is weird – I’m wearing some lug-soled loafers right now that are fine for corporate but wouldn’t cut it in your place.
Hairdresser on Fire? I love it. Probably a better salon name than Girlfriend in a Coma.
Sorry, rubber sole=athletic shoe. Sometimes I talk like a grandma. Ours is a very odd corporate environment, very conservative policies and culture, yet part of the fashion industry that is very much the opposite. The easiest way to explain it is this: Imagine bikers, punks, goths and Dolly Parton look-alikes wearing nice suits and working un cubicles.
I’m a Boomer…ears pierced, ONCE, no tats and I wear jeans, t-shirts, and steel-toed boots to work every day. Best.Job.Ever.
What’s the big deal with blue hair? Lots of the women here at the retirement home have blue hair (except for those that have the purple rinse).*
*This may not be true.
I am a Gen-X’er, and was a Marine for many years, and I also have no tats or piercings.
So what else is wrong with you?
😉
He blows sh*t up, Mudsy. 😉
OOh? I guess I better not push it then. I always thought he was merely referring to himself as being “da bomb”**.
**not to be confused with being da minty
:: pushing da plunger ::
to many too list…
You list what’s wrong with yourself, and I’ll tell you some of the many, many, many things wrong with me. Yeah, I have nothing better to do.
Their, their. They’re ewe go being awl mis-homonymy again.
Wait a minute…You are a marine, Bombdude? My dad was a marine, and he has a UMSC tattoo on his left arm. Are they not doing that anymore?
Sorry, should’ve used them there [Taco] tags. It was intentional. 😉
“They” is a misnomer. Another common one was a tat of your dog tags on the left ribcage area at sternum height (ouch!). I just chose to not get one. I find them fascinating and i love looking at other peoples interesting ink, but havent seen anything that meant enough to me to risk the “forever” part. Just call me afraid of commitment 😉
Waited until I was 50 to get my first tat and now have three. All are small, elegantly done and in places that won’t stretch for many years. Always knew I wanted one just couldn’t decide on what and where for various reasons, chief among them was the knowledge that they would be permanent.
I guess if you wait till you’re 50, you don’t have to live with them as long 😀
Pssst, EB, Archie’s a country mouse, she’s going to out live all of us cube dwellers.
Haha, there is that… Dang fluorescent lighting, eating my soul…
Bombdude, gotta tell you a funny story that happened to me on Monday. As a marine you’ll appreciate it.
Mr. Tank believes strongly in thanking veterans at every opportunity. So the other day I am out to lunch with my coirkers and this older man comes in with a hat on that said “801st Airborne” on it. (Not sure of the number, am sure it said airborne.) So I go up to him as we’re leaving and we have this conversation: (and this is practically word for word, it is indelibly burned onto my brain)
Me: Sir, I noticed your hat and I wanted to thank you for your service.
Veteran Dude: I think we should get rid of the military completely!
Me: …uh… [sound of crickets]
Veteran Dude: There are soldiers dying, and for nothing! We should shrink the military down to practically nothing!
Me: Uh, yeah… support the troops by bringing them home. Okay…
Veteran Dude: They say we need a strong military to defend ourselves… Ha! What, is Guatemala going to invade us?
Me: Ha, ha. Maybe Canada.
Veteran Dude: I hope they do! And I hope they win! Then they can pay for everything.
Me: Yeah. Okay. Well, thank you for your service.
I don’t think I’m going to try thanking any more veterans.* It seems to disturb them, and I KNOW it disturbs me.
*This may not be true
Well, I know I’me enough of a Boomer to have been raised that piercings and ink were stigmatized.
But, probably the reason (beyond the not having found anything to commit to for the duration) I’m unlikely to get inked would be one of my parent’s Uncles. Said uncle was an old-school Old China Hand WesPac sailor. With top-dollar HK & Singapore Liberty Dragons (Scarlet and Gold Lung, for the best Luck) on his going-ashore jumpers. About the time of the Suez fracus, he had been in Morocco, and came back to the ship with the Liberty cuffs from his jumper sleeves replicated in ink, badly, on his wrists. He wore long sleeves after that pretty much to his last days.
I only have the one tattoo (It was Mom’s idea; for her fiftieth birthday Mom, my sister, and I went and got tattoos.) and the only thing I have pierced are my ears, but I have stretched the holes to accommodate a larger gauge of earring.
I know your misuse of the homonymic words was on purpose. But I just decided to go with pretending it was not. I’m a stinker.
😉
Hey, my mom and I went together too! We did it during the drive across the country when I was moving to Boston. I got Tigger, she got Winnie the Pooh.
My daughter and I get Henna tattoos whenever we go to the beach. We always have a girls day, ice cream, henna tattoos and shopping. The tattoos are temporary, fun and a great reminder of a fun day. My son and Mr. Artsy (NOT) usually go race go carts …. male bonding.
I’m also genX with no tattoos or odd piercings. I do have each ear lobe pierced twice and the top of one ear pierced, which is technically a body piercing, although probably the most mild.
LRC, I’m GenY, and if I was going to have multiple holes per ear, yours is exactly what I would have done :-p Well, maybe either two holes, or the one at the top. Haven’t thought too much about it since high school….
Yeah, the double lobe thing was big in high school. The other one just kind of happened. I went with a (much younger) friend who was getting something (I forget what, nipple? tongue?) pierced and got talked into it.
I have seven holes in my left ear that are the result of late night boredom in my junior year of high school. I don’t even wear pierced earrings anymore. Clip-ons are a lot more comfortable than they used to be. I’ve seen all kinds of fake body jewelry and I would have been tempted to get some just to mess with my mother, but considering both my brothers are tattooed and pierced to circus freak proportions, I doubt a fake lip ring would phase her.
This will indeed be a tattoo shop unlike any other, serving only the highest quality Columbian coffee, specialty drinks, free wifi, and a small selection of baked goods. I shall call it: “TwinkleDollars.”
No prior experience in tattoo work required, though at least a minimum of 3 years working as a Batista will be necessary.
“Batista?” So I guess that WWE guy will be a shoe in for the job. Poor Taco. This will be a tough week for you with no editing available.
That’s the last time I use autospellcheck.
Seriously, I just checked again. Barista is not a word according to spell check. But apparently Batista is an acceptable correction of the word.
Even when I spell things correctly, I’m sabotaged!
Well, a Batista might be a barista of cafè Habañero.
He lost his job in 1959:
http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Fulgencio_Batista
Yeah, but cubano cafe con leche kicks culo. He might be just the right guy for the job!*
*Except, you know, dead. And corrupt.
My knowledge of rude spanish words has just expanded. Thanks, Lola.
My neighborhood and many of my friends are bilingual. That’s … pretty mild, actually. 8)
I don’t know if I would like to get my coffee from a guy who was corrupt and evil when alive, and is now all oozy and corpsified. Not to mention the issue of potential saponification. (Look it up in the past posts, kids, I only got so long for lunch. No time for the linky linky.)
Ah yes, bilingual:
Talk out of both sides of your mouth
Also – speak out of both sides of your mouth
To say different things to different people about the same subject
“How can we trust him when we know he talks out of both sides of his mouth?”
I forgot to say this earlier:
jg!!!! Puppieeeeeees!!! Haven’t seen yours in a while.
StarPricks?
Would that be Fulgencio Batista? If you’re looking for someone with at least 3 years of being the presidente of Cuba, you are really limiting your prospective employee pool.
Well, if you can require the hiring of 3 y/o on CL, what matter the strictures of FLWA?
I mean, discrimination bu, age, national origin, prior employment, corporeal mortality . . . sheesh, what next? <G>
I mean, really, not like the job is restricted only to former Hungarian Communist leaders slain by their own people . . .
I’m getting grouchy ’cause of this ear worm you’ve started, Dan:
Lydia, oh Lydia
That hadn’t crossed my mind. I was still hung up on the title and having Material Girl stick in my head all day was going to be painful. Now I can alternate it. “Lydia oh Lydia, that encyclopedia…”
You can learn a lot from Lydia.
That was Dan’s earworm this morning too. As he observed, “It’s my fault, too!”
Prima donna? They need an opera singer that also does tattoos?
With today’s job market people are really having to jump through hoops during the interview process.
Literally. Sometimes they light the hoops on fire for the hell of it.
And suspend them above shark tanks, a la…uhh…I think it was Dr. No. Anyone?
Dr. No –
Shouted during an involuntary circumcision………
With or without anasthesia? Well, either way, no way…wait…ahh never mind.
I make people I interview go through a hostage negotiation scenario. If they save the hostage they move onto the second interview.
I still think it’s a necessary skillset for equipment inventory tracking.
Asset tags should be your friend, Taco. Somehow it never works out that way though, does it?
Sadly, if that were the case, my solution to save the hostage would be
A) Try to convince the hostage-taker that I was a far more valuable target, and decide to trade myself for the hostage. The hostage has to be free, it doen’t say I have to be as well; or
B) Rush at the attacker, knock the weapon out of his/her hands, sweep their legs out from under them, flip them over onto their back, twist one of their arms behind their back, and sit on the hostage-taker with one knee on the top of their back (to one side of the spine, thus causing enough pain to convince them not to try to escape, yet not causing any severe lasting injury) to keep them pinned until the police arrive.
This was longer than I thought it was going to be.
You seem to have thought about that a little too much.
Uhhhh…..
According to my employee handbook, the best thing to do if you are taken hostage is to faint or fake a faint. The hostage taker is less likely to drag your inert ass out of the building.
“Hold on. I’m going to force myself to faint.”
I don’t think that’s possible. You can’t force yourself to sleep, I would know, I tried that last night.
If someone’s waving a gun around you would probably have a lot more incentive to try. Faking a faint is easier, you just go limp.
Just lock your knees. The anxiety of your situation will do the rest.
Sh*tting yourself is probably also effective. The hostage taker is less likely to drag your stinky ass out of the building.
I only have asset tags if I forget to take the tags off new pants…
My employee handbook doesn’t address hostage situations. *feels left out*
Mine doesn’t either, although it does have an entry on “bomb threat”…
I tried to fake a feint once, felt rather redundant…
Just kinda roll your eyeballs back in your head a bit, and imagine the fun colors you get when you push your fingers into your eyeballs (I can’t be the only kid that did that for fun…). There’s also less chance of injury if you feint your faint in stages–knees, butt, floor.
…No, I haven’t but entirely too much thought into this, why do you ask? :-p
Depending on the number of hostages I had, the one who follows J-dog’s advice would be the first to get tossed outside with my demands written on his corpse.
Oh, you mean what would I do if I was a hostage. Um…never mind…I said nothing.
No, you are definately not the only kid who did that for fun. I did that too.
J-Dog – That’s also recommended in the handbook.
LRC – I work in a bank so there are sections in the handbook that read a little like a Worse Case Scenario Handbook at times, but there’s also about twenty pages regarding dress code and proper etiquette to use when addressing customers. There’s even a section on How To Handle Currency. (I quote; “Do not lick your fingers while counting currency, instead use the provided fingertip moisteners. US currency often contains traces of undesirable substances.”)
Hmmm….undesirable substances. It depends on if you’re talking to a normal person or an addict.
It’s not always the Happy Fun TIme sort of undesirable substance.
[corey]A woman brought in some cash not long ago that probably qualified as a biological weapon. She had accidentally thrown the envelope containing her withdrawal into the trash and then dumped spoiled uncooked chicken on top of it. By the time she found it, the cash was … really well marinated.[/corey]
So, how does a chicken marinated in 100 dollar bills taste?
Expensive.
J-Dog is sh– sitting in the Golden Lotus! All by himself. Hooray!
Like Fraklincense?
It also had a very rich aroma.
Hmmmm, I’m quite distracted by the concept of sitting through TM’s Hostage Negotiation scenario–probably good that he’s 6-700 miles away in WI, sounds all too much like fun.
But, that may be from having taught the class a few times. (And been the class, as a teaching example.) Which is entirely not fair on my part–my resume spans a year longer than TM has been alive. Pitching to my deeper skill-sets just not fair at the best of times (or it turns into Steve Dallis v. Bangalors in 5th Element).
But, it has given me an idea on how to liven up the day of some over-worked HR people I know . . .
Sarajean’s employee handbook reminds me of this hilarious “learning-English-through-exercise” video. Don’t know if this link will work, but I hope so, it’s worth it. These Asian girls exercising (very non-vigorously, I might add) and repeating English phrases as they go. It starts out OK, but then segues into the truly bizarre. You have not lived until you have seen 3 cute Asian girls who CLEARLY have no idea what they’re saying, grinning and doing little cheerleading steps while saying, “Spare me my life.”
Screw pretty links. You gotta see this. It’s in the middle of the page.
http://engrishfunny.failblog.org/page/3/
[badchoicestattoocorey]Sheesh…can I tell a few tattoo stories…LOL. One of oldest-daughters best friends got a boyfriend name tattoo that covers her entire chest. Said boyfriend nearly beat her to death and she was in hospital for days. He’s history now, but that tattoo is a constant reminder.[/endbadchoicestattoocorey]
Bacontini have only one tattoo.
See, de Bacontini not really pledge his undying love to Fakintini, but we were really drunk and some tings seem like de better idea wit a few meat juleps in you.
Wait, isn’t Fakintini a guy? I thought you were always here for de ladies, Bacontini!
I thought Bacontini was here for everyone, *especiallly* the ladies.
*snicker*
Bacontini and Fakintini must have really tied one on to let the disco ball drop like that.
Bacontini not remember much about dat night after he drink de full bottle of de pork belly schnapps.
He kinda remember someting about riding a go kart down de I5 naked, and den fakintini saying we should get de tattoos and dat he’d pay for dem. Bacontini tink he let fakintini pick de tattoo for de Bacontini.
Den we ended up at de petting zoo and den de bacontini spilled into de cotton candy machine.
Bacontini still wonder where he got de afro wig and de stone bust of Quetzalcoatl.
Wild Quetzalcoatl has appeared! What would you like to do?
Fight 1)Snark 2)Zen 3)Comment 4)Post Item 1)Box 2)Catulator
Switch 1)Bacontini 2)Tacomagic 3)Silvanoir 4)kelli Run
Sorry. Sounds like a Pokemon. And yes, I know Quetzalcoatl was the ancient Mayan deity of…something. It was a deity.
It was actually a reference to a very specific bust.
Oh. I still thought what I said was funny.
I was thrown off by the Pokémon reference. I was actually expecing something along the lines of Final Fantasy.
My sister had a pet snake named Quetzalcoatl. We called him Quetzy.
I5? That’s west coast. And has a 70 mph speed limit. Must have created quite a dilemma for all the truckers. Hmmm.
A few?!?
Well, there goes the line. It was safe for a while, but talk of orgies will always scare it off.
Raise your hand if you’re thrilled to have Taco (and de Bacontini) back!
**Raising hand
*raises hand*
raises the roof, realizes her mistake, and raises her hand.
On a serious note, CJ, hopefully it will remind her to be careful in her choosing of men from now on.
And her tattoos.
Actually, the poster expressly doesn’t want a pre-Madonna tattoo artist. Dunno why pre-Madonna artists are so undesirable, but whatever.
Some people just don’t understand the importance of pop music history! Though what that would have to do with tattooing skills, I have no idea.
I’d say it has about the same revelancy as a fry cook with computer programming and hacking skills. Completely useless at their current vocation.
Not a fry cook… but I can relate to that. I have a college degree. I have a job. The degree and the job have nothing to do with each other but I took what I could get… and in this economy I’m holding onto it for the time being.
I revel in my relevancy, except that it’s irrelevant, irregardless of it’s import…
What about a fry cook who sees dead people?[/possibly obscure pop literature reference]
*snicker*
We are on the same wavelength today…
‘Irregardless’ makes the hair on my neck stand on end when I hear it used at work.
Same thing with ‘samwich’ and ‘supposably’.
There is a restaurant in downtown Raleigh called The Irregardless Cafe.
“The Irregardless Cafe” is a personal favorite of mine.
I enjoy it too. Perhaps we shall have to have a Raleigh chapter YSaC lunch one day…
I’d take work as a fry cook, if I could get it.
But, I also have some experience in hash-slinging from grille and fryer. If not in the recent last three decades.
And shall I say that I enjoy getting your hair erect in this fashion, Taco?
What?
I translated that to they don’t want “some oldy, moldy, ex-biker” tattoo artist.
They really don’t know the business very well do they?
Welcome back Taco. I hope you enjoyed your trip to our “neck of the woods”.
I was doing pretty well until “Chicken an’ Dumplins” night.
It’s like somebody decided chicken gravy was too healthy and needed to add potato based noodles to it as a form of nutritional ballast.
Anyone ever watched this Discovery channel show (I forget what it’s called) where the person goes around the world and tries different things from different cultures (yeah, that seems like it could be any show, in hindsight)? Anyways, it seems to me that you would either get “some oldy, moldy, ex-biker,” a henna tattooist, or the people who do tattoos the old fashioned way, by jamming sticks with ink on them under your skin (might I say, ouch?). I think I’d rather stick with the ex-biker; he won’t be jamming sticks under your skin, and henna tattoos disappear eventually and thus are a waste of money.
I can’t remember if it’s TLC, Discovery, or A&E (they all blur together for me) but there were two shows about tattooing… Miami Ink, which then spun off into LA Ink. I have to admit to having watched both because it’s interesting to see what tattoos people get and why. The “drama” between the “artists” I could do without, however.
I think Henna tattoos are a good idea, actually… I’m too indecisive to pick one thing to permanently be on my skin like that, so something that will fade out is nice. Just like a bad haircut that will grow out.
I don’t know either. (sigh) Life is a mystery….
Hello, Charlene! And I agree with you…some of the pop music and tattoos out there are hideous. It makes one wonder.
Nice subtle Madonna earworm to replace Material girl, Charlene… Thanks
I prefer the Pre-Raphelites myself.
Hi, Mom! 8)
Wait, I thought she was Bridgete’s mom!
She is, but I adopted her.
I think I’ll adopt her too. Hi Mom!
Hi Mom!
Aww, look at everyone adopting my mom! ♥
I think they want any artists from before Madonna. You know, Johnny Cash, Frank Sinatra, Beethoven, etc.
Or maybe they want artists not all in touch with their inner Michelangelo…time is money you know!
I touched my inner Giovanni Battista Caccini once. Now I have a restraining order to worry about.
Maybe I’ll go feel up Wagner a little.
I’m so glad you and your meat puppet are back, Taco.
This guy sounds like a real joy to work for. [/sarcasm]
“Tonight on Who Would You Rather Work For, we ask Frank, a traveling salesperson *audience boos* and Alice, a taxidermist* who they would rather work for. If they give a good enough reason, they could be entered to win** 1,000 (yen)!! The choices are: David Ramsey, Donald Trump, or this random guy whose ad we found on Craigslist! Frank, what do you say?”
“Well, *didn’t bother to name game-show-host-guy,* I think I would rather work for Donald Trump. Ramsey would just yell at me for my lack of cooking skills, while it seems that this Craigslist poster only wants people willing to work in a non-traditional tattoo parlor. In my youth, I worked for a regular tattoo parlor, and my boss, Joe “The Needle” Nedler, taught me that in order to make tattoos look interesting and cool to youths, things must remain the same.”
“And how about you Alice? What do you think?”
“Well, random guy who paid me to be on this show because there are only 10 people in the audience, I’d work for David Ramsey. I’m sure he would appreciate my, well skills and knowledge, when it comes to animals, thus I would probably be good at figuring out which parts of the animals are good to eat and which are not.”
“And what about the Craigslist poster?”
“I think tattoos are stupid.”
“Well there you have it folks! Tune in next week as we– Oh, apparently we just went bankrupt, so there won’t be a next week! Goodnight folks!”
*Alice. Taxidermist. It’s how my mind is working this morning. Alice in Wonderland finally caught that Cheshire cat, and, not knowing what else to do, decided to taxidermize it. She is now fully addicted, and looking to move onto more lively peopl– err I mean creatures.
**Offer not valid in Utah. Contest expired three weeks ago. Must pay shipping and handling charges of 1200 yen. We stole your credit card information.
David (Dave) Ramsey is the financial planning guy … and I’d far rather work for him than cook for Gordon Ramsey.
Oops. No edit function…that took forever to type.
I loves me some Gordon Ramsey.
“WHO cooked this fucking risotto?!?!?!”
I’m a huge Gordon Ramsey fan. I love when one of the contestants on HK acts surprised when he yells at them. I want to ask them if they ever watched the show before going on it.
There seems to be alot of shows where the contestants don’t seem to know how the show works. This also happens in zombie movies.
“Ohmigod, that thing bit Bill and he died. But then he came back. What are these things!?”
Have you never seen or heard of zombies, or the living dead before? Do you not know wnayone who has at least heard of the living dead? Zombie movie characters are stupid.
@kelli: Lucky us. He’s on tonight. In all his cursing glory.
Lola, I’m glad you cleared that up… I was so confused, but I assumed that I just didn’t know about pop culturey stuff.
The only characters who are dumber than zombie movie characters are those in slasher films.
“Last year when we went to summer camp a scary dude killed all our friends before we were able to kill him with a flare gun. Too bad nobody ever found the body. Who wants to go to summer camp again this year?”
“Dude, we all do. We know it’s safe now.”
“Right on, lets pack everything we can find except the weapons. Oh and leave your phones unplugged, the batteries will be fine without charging for a few weeks.”
And don’t forget, if someone is chasing you in a car, trying to run you down, FOR GOD’S SAKE run in a straight line down the middle of the street…
Same goes for anything falling, like a building or bill board. NEVER run to the side; in fact your chances of surviving are greater if you run TOWARDS it.
Slasher film characters seem to be worried about sex more than zombie film characters. I guess being attacked by ambulatory corpses has a negative effect on the libido.
For some people maybe.
What?
Well, I think the thinking behind the idea is “If we are going to die tonight, might as well make it a good night.”
Plus, people might thing zombie-ness is an STD. In movies, that is; not in real life. I hope not anyways….
*Checks one of his old condoms*
“When used correctly every time you have sex, latex condoms greatly reduce but do not eliminate the risk of pregnancy or the risk of catching and spreading necrotizing zombification.”
There you have it. Condoms don’t prevent zomb-
Why do you still have one of your old condoms, Taco? Throw it out, already.
Make a balloon animal first!
Can you do a rooster?
You want the cock to crow in the morning?
*To the corner!*
The rooster sounds like it should be the easiest, given the medium…
Note to self: Do NOT accept invitations to Taco’s house.
Going back to Ramsey:
I like that show if only because they screw up foods that I didn’t even know were possible to cook poorly. I mean it’s one thing to screw up a Foi Gras or a Soufflé, but they screw up fairly easy core dishes. I mean sure, they’re under pressure. But they’re claiming to be Chefs. There are basic dishes that even a busy, stressed chef should be able to do well without even thinking about them.
Risotto being one of these. How the heck do you screw up a Risotto? I mean really, it’s basically just Italian short rice, stock, parmersean, and seasoning*.
[cooking corey]
*Ok that is over-simplifying quite a bit, but it’s really not that difficult to make. And for somebody who claims to be a chef, Risotto is something you should be able to make with both eyes closed and only one good arm.[/corey]
PS. I’ll also admit to liking the profanity, the uncensored versions are priceless gems that can’t be played with Tron around.
*cough* Gordon Ramsey *cough*
Dear Jessie,
I hear you’re Back in Business with your new shop. You may be wondering, Who’s That Girl that’s emailing you? We met on that cruise stop at La Isla Bonita, when we saw the same Lucky Star and you wished you knew What It Feels Like to Be a Girl. I said to you, Beautiful Stranger, I can Dress You Up Like a Virgin back in my cabin. Our parting was bittersweet, but I always said that we’d Live to Tell, even If You Forget Me.
You always told me to Express Myself, so I became a Bad Girl and took up tattoo art. I’ve been Causing a Commotion at my current shop, but it Ain’t No Big Deal. Working for you would be a cause for Celebration, and who knows – maybe you’ll think This Lady’s Got Potential and that my work is in Vogue. And perhaps you’ll even see a Ray of Light in these Spanish Eyes again. You know how much I Love New York. Let me know if this might pan out or if it’s Just a Dream.
Love, Louise.
Well crafted, sir.
Did you have to ask Uncle Google or did you just know those? Enquiring minds want to know.
Most of that came right out of the memory, although I did make sure I checked the track list for Confessions on a Dance Floor and Hard Candy, as I’m not as familiar with the more recent work.
Um, wait. I mean, I looked that all up because I couldn’t possibly be devoting that much brainspace to Madonna’s discography. Yeah. That thing.
Quick, play me off Johnny!
*runs away*
You know, there’s these great forums that I think you’d really like…
Personally I thought it would’ve been signed by Michelle “Bombshell” McGee…
Either way, it is a work of art IF…
I don’t understand. Why do they want someone who can draw Herve Villechaize?
You know some of our younger commentors may not get that joke Windy. It took me a minute to get it myself.
Yeah I’m with her. Who the heck is that?
Fantasy Island the television series:
Roarke was known for his white suit and cultured demeanor, and was initially accompanied by an energetic sidekick, Tattoo, played by Hervé Villechaize. Tattoo would run up the main bell tower to ring the bell and shout “The plane! The plane!” to announce the arrival of a new set of guests at the beginning of each episode. This line, shown at the beginning of the show’s credits, became an unlikely catch phrase because of Villechaize’s spirited delivery and French accent (he actually pronounced it, “Ze plane! Ze plane!”).
He was the king in ‘The Forbidden Zone’ (a movie every college kid should see at least once).
“Knick-knack” sidekick to Scaramanga in “Man With the Golden Gun”
You have a point, kelli, but I like to play to those who are well read in a wide area of subjects. When I was in high school, I knew about the Marx Bros and all their movies, classic TV shows from before I was born, and had read all the books my older siblings were assigned to read and then discarded. Age has less to do with it than exposure.
I thought the judge said you were supposed to reduce how much you were exposing yourself Windy.
8) I think he changed his mind. After he showed me his tattoos.
*Throws all the doors on Fantasy Island at Windrose*
“Da plane!”
“Da pain!”
“Da shame!”
Ok, I knew who he was, but seem to be missing the reference here…
[TV trivia Corey] The character’s name was Tattoo. [/corey]
Damn, that’s right!! :facepalm: How bad is it that I remembered his real name, and what TV series, but drew a blank on his character’s name?
What a maroon!
Oh BD, have you had your colors done? You must be a Winter if maroon is good on you.
In my town. everyone wears maroon, no matter what ‘season’ they are (and far better maroon than that hideous burnt orange <shudder>
Pre-Madonna? Hahahaaa, Marilyn Monroe?
Oh Lordy. Do you know how many bad tattoos of Marilyn Monroe are out there? Check http://www.ugliesttattoos.com for a sampling.
P.S.: Bacontini, there’s a few on there with which you might find a common connection, too.
[silly child corey] My mother was fond of the phrase, “dont be a prima donna ” when ever I threw a pre-teen hissy fit. My usual reply was to tell her that Madonna was older than me so there was no way I could be pre-Madonna, but she was. She has no one to blame but herself for raising a bunch of smartasses.
My favorite saying is that I’d rather be a smartass than a dumbass.
When my mum would call me a smartass, I’d answer, “it’s not just my butt that’s smart”
My daughter’s reply was, “It takes one to know one.”
My Mom regularly calls me Smartass, but it’s more of a nickname now.
Growing up, the acceptable language varied depending on which matriarch’s it was. In one of those, “none of that sailor-talk is allowed here!” So, when a person’s sass got ahead of them, it was common to hear “You’re about to become one of the three of ’em; best choose the mute one” (Dumb being preferable to Smart or Jack).
If said matriarch heard this impertinent interuption to the incipient tirade, there was a great deal of 40-60 BEV laser glaring, whereupon flight to garages, BBQ pits, boatshed or the like was mete, and with alacrity. Unless said sass had prevented getting more cervesas for the cooler in that retreat. Which could then become a polylingual education in spoken invective and expletive indeed.
“Send portfolio and contact info.”
“contact me at ############@gmail”
So…do I just stick the portfolio in my F-drive*? Or is the post service supposed to find you based on your email?
*I think it’s the F-drive. Taco? Hammy? Am I right or wrong?
First, let me tell you all I would be pelting you with doors if I could but now that I’m being a good little employee and using my blackberry, I can’t. Herve Villechaise, indeed! (I am the exact right age for that reference.)
But my comment: did anyone but me think wanting a clean tattooist rather than a tattoo artist older than madonna sort of puts the clean before the art? Count me out. I want to get my first tattoo to celebrate just turning 18 years sober, and I’ll take the dirty biker artist, thanks.
Congrats on your 18 years!
Congrats Tank! I probably will never get a tattoo, but my daughter wants one when she turns 18 and the one thing I’ve told her over and over again is that she must find one who keeps a clean shop and that does *not* reuse needles. I want her tattoo to be the only lifelong memory of the experience.
Yay Tank, Ya got me beat by a few years 😉
Good job, however many you’ve got, Ham!
What the robo-moose in the chic poncho said.
14, and may I never catch up to you Tanky! (I just can’t bring myself it abbreviate your name like this TB*)
*Cough*
Awwww. That’s sweet. 14 years is amazing. Hoo-Ah.
You know what they say. If you and me and LRC (there’s a song in there) have been sober since we got up this morning, we all have the same amount of time. Today.
Wow. You’re both ahead of me. I’ve got 9 years. But, as Tank said, I’ve only got this 24 hours. Same as you guys.
Yay Andie! You can share my flask filled with Monster :-p
I’ve got cranberry and seltzer in mine for those who don’t need to be caffeinated. The flask is all-purpose.
Thanks everybody! I don’t think I get to be proud, just grateful. It wasn’t me that did it, it was all the other drunks who told me what to do and I just did it. Left to my own devices, God only knows where I’d be. And what tattoos I’d have.
You have my congratulations as well. If it wasn’t for diabetes, I could have easily ended up needing an intervention of my own.
As an adult child of someone who failed to choose the path you did, Andie, I am honored to know you.
Amen, in fact I’m always a little confused when people say they are proud of me…I never know what to say.
To me it’s the same as being proud of a diabetic for remembering to take their insulin injection.
I’m not on insulin (and hope to never be), but you bet your sweet Aspircream I’m proud when I remember to take my pills.
How about this, be proud that you (this is for everyone here) are a smart and talented individual who has enough sense to put and keep your life in order. Not everyone can say that, as the subjects of this site are clearly evidence to.
Now, group hug to all YSaCers for everything that they have accomplished or are currently dealing with.
Sunday I saw the movie “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo.” Loved it, have to read the books now. But I loved her revenge on that bastard probation worker or guardian, whatever he was. That’s a tattoo whose time has come. Should be modified to fit child molesters and made mandatory for a first offense.
::Adds “The Girl with the Dragon Tattoo” to NetFlix Queue::
TACK SJÄLV Windy…..
Windrose: AGREE.
Awesomsauce, Tanker!!! I’m all-my-life sober after having been raised by a bunch of drunken monkeys and deciding there’s no way I’m going down that road.
Seriously, I applaud your accomplishments and raise a glass of Diet Coke in your honor. 🙂
CJ, considering that you walk upright and write coherently, I am suprised to learn about the monkeys, drunk or otherwise!
Why thank you, Lola…I was once told by a child psychologist that I fell into the “super” kid category…that is those that recognized early on how destructive the parents’ behaviors were and chose to do a complete 180 in their own lives.
It’s not without pitfalls, though. I tend to have a VERY low tolerance for those that refuse to help themselves…and I do mean, very.low.
This has brought something into my Consideration tray: We joke a whole bunch here about drinking and stuff. I hope we don’t offend anyone by that.
*checks whine cellar for good measure*
Likewise – if I offer you my flask, it has whatever you need in it: hot chocolate, lapsang souchong, warm milk, peppermint water, chocolate stout, Veuve Cliquot, poitín. I’m not advocating just alcohol. Most of the time when I think a drink would be nice, I end up having club soda.
*is not offended* 🙂
I think the pitchfork-and-torch-wielding cannibal pumpkins, zomb-s, and inbred English-maulers outside the door of the Snark Lounge would like to know how come now we’re worried about offending someone?
[Recovery corey] Seriously, in my personal opinion, the world is full of alcohol, drinkers, and references to drinking. They’re everywhere. Alcoholics in recovery have to find a way to deal. Nobody else is responsible for my recovery, or protecting me from temptation, etc. Here’s why. If I decided to drink, it wouldn’t matter how far I had to go, what I had to get tattooed on my whatever, or how many of NMN’s weapons I had to use to get it, I’d make it happen. Nobody has to worry about “tempting” a drunk – we’re born tempted. And for me, if I work a program, temptation is a non-issue. In fact, last AA meeting I went to is held every noon in a restaurant near my work. In the bar.So don’t worry about it for my sake. YMMV. [Recovery corey]
Agreed. I have no problem being around people that drink, or joking about it etc. It’s an ingrained part of our culture and trying to avoid it is impossible.
Some of the best AA meetings I have been to have been at Dead shows. Nobody there is thinking they can avoid alcohol (or drugs) just realizing that we can have a great time at a show with out them.
That’s awesome, Takandie! I’ve got 1/2 that many, and it’s been totally worth it.
(((LRC and Hammy))) I love finding fellow travelers in unlikely places.
(((((TankerAndie and Hammy))))))
I know exactly how you feel.
Wait, does that make Tanker the little woozie you were feeling?
Hee. Well I certainly do try to stay away from feeling the puppy. It’s a TRAP!
Well, at least you know the puppy is in complete control of it’s faculties…
Ham – I’m not sure if that makes it better or worse.
I think I’ll just stop commenting now, until I can think of something actually funny to say.
NMN — I think that’s the story of my day today.
NMN – you changed avitars while I was commenting.
Possibly. That’s the fastest it’s ever changed.
Yeah, kinda got a little tired of fuzzy and cute Ratchet. And I never saw Kirby. So, I decided to go with a character that’s a bit more….mature.*
*In this case, mature means violent.
If anyone is wondering (I know no one cares), my new avatar is that of Alex Mercer, the main character from one of the most violent games I have ever seen and played.
I thought the Punisher game was more violent myself.
Dumping a guy headfirst into a running chipper-shredder. Yeah… wholesome fun there.
Alex had quantity of kills, but I think the Punisher has him beat with the sheer gruesomeness of his repertoire.
So (look away any squeamish people), grabbing someone’s head and shoving it down inside their body was beaten by being thrown into a wood chipper? Plus, the Punisher is only a guy with a bunch of swords and guns. Alex Mercer can shapeshift. Claws, hammers, a sword, incredibly dense muscle mass, a whip, armor, a shield…come on!!!
From a violence standpoint, it took over 10 seconds for the wood-chipper to do it’s job (I’ll leave it at that). The shoving the head thing was fairly instantaneous. To me, the length of suffering adds to the inherent violence and gruesomeness of the act.
Now if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some texed based smackdown to dish out… in about 3 hours… when I get home.
Hey that looks similar to LotGD. I might join.
It’s good stuff. And unlike a lot of other games of the same style, they only take donations once a year, and there are no donation specific items. You just get extra quest points without having to quest for them (Unlike some of the other, more well known Muds that require you to pay for the best items).
I got back into it during my buisiness trip cause it was the only thing that would run smoothly on the old laptop I brought with me.
I don’t think I can make it though.
Playtapus.
That’s the funniest thing I could think to say, and I don’t really give a rat’s behind if I spelled it wrong. 🙂
Piscatarian. That’s the funniest word (to me at least) that I can think of right now.
Kunstmuseum.
Pants.
It gets funnier the more you say it.
Pants pants pants pants pants pants pants pants pants pants pants pants pants pants pants pants pants pants pants.
Sounds like the beginnings of a song!
My mind is putting into the beginning of Linkin Park’s Given Up.
Baby platypi are called puggles.
Scutigeromorpha.
Hehe, scut… hehe.
There’s a Piscatarian church right down the street. They believe in loaves and fishes. But mostly fishes.
I’ve had theological arguments with them, but you know what? Those piscatarians don’t have a leg to stand on.
Eh? Eeeeeeeh?
I’ll be in the corner.
I’m so glad you’re back.
🙂
Butylatedhydroxytolulene!
If fish-eaters are piscatarians, perhaps I shouldn’t let anyone into my house who identifies themselves as a humanitarian.
BHT, which looks like a stick-figure bird, woohoo!
EB, I can’t believe I forgot that pants is the funniest five letter P word!
PANTS!
*Apparantly, pants is a word that I can’t say with a neutral accent. The ‘a’ comes out too long and nasal. This amuses my husband.
Willy-nilly..willy-nilly..willy-nilly…not sure why, but that phrase used to send a friend of mine into uncontrolled fits of laughter.
It all started as a joke all those centuries ago, the founders could have never foreseen the consequences of their attempt at humor.
What could be more harmless then pitting an aging pop singer against an icon from a 1970’s TV show?
Jell-O wrestling matches, between frat houses dressed in costume, evolved to touch football games, then to the entirely new sport of MadTatting, where drunken mobs of college students would compete to see how many unsuspecting town folk they could force to wear pointy bras and little white tuxedos.
These competitions got more and more out of hand until a time came when president Trump had to call in the National Guard. However President Trump had not taken into account that the American people actually liked dressing up in these outfits and his decision would soon precipitate one of the bloodiest civil wars in history.
The Guard was entirely overwhelmed in a matter of hours, the rest of the military in days, the ground littered with red stained camo, white suits and lingerie.
Within a month the Madonnas had seized power and the Tattoos were forced underground where they were ruthlessly hunted by ravenous mobs of Madonnas. The Tattoos were forced to flee MateriAsia (Formerly known as USA) to Cuba (where they were hardly noticed).
Fifty years passed in relative peace with MateriAsia dominating the world through sexy under things and phallic shaped rocket ships, not suspecting that the Tattoos had been secretly preparing to seize power.
The day came when the Tattoo’s struck, they had trained millions of chimps to make MateriAsia knock off pointy bras and had replaced the entire supply of the real thing, but with a hidden secret, they were all made from a highly explosive combination of margarita mix and sun tan lotion.
All at once the bras detonated, in an explosion heard round the globes, followed quickly by an invasion of Tattoos, white suits streaming in the breeze they chased the remaining Madonnas into their phallic like rocket ships. The Madonnas fled into space finally landing on Mars where they started a colony dedicated to the destruction of the Tattoos, they named their new city Ink Blot.
Meanwhile back on Fantasy Island (Formerly MateriAsia, formerly USA) The Tattoos settle in to a 100 year period of peace, exporting De’ Planes and Rourkefort cheese. Little did they know that a giant pink painted asteroid was heading directly for them…
The Tattoos, The Madonnas what once was laughed about over beers in frat houses now threatened to destroy entire planets.
Hammy, have you been drinking the toilet cleaner again?
*In my best Fat Bastard voice*
Maybe…
*wanders in to latrine grumbling about pulling that particular duty and swearing to never snicker at Sgt. FancyPants when he’s within earshot again*
Heyyyyyyyyyyy….why’s the Ty-D-Bol man out of the tank? And where’s his boat? Dammit…the container is empty…
HAMMY!!!
Is it wrong that I absolutely love this?
“Kirby in asteroid form is attacking!!! Run or be eaten!!”
I don’t know how tattoo parlors are where this craigslister lives, but considering the parlors around my neighborhood, “setting new benchmarks” would involve maybe not reusing needles and possibly requiring parental consent for children who look younger than 5 or 6.
Anything else is for overachievers.
Or pre-Madonnas. Although, for the record, I’d rather get a tattoo from Beethoven than I would from, say Justin Beiber or Ke$ha..
I’d get a tattoo OF a band. But not by them. Because they aren’t tattoo artists. They are musicians. I. Can’t. Stop. Putting. Periods. Help. Me.
I don’t think I’d get a tattoo OF a band either. If I’d gotten one of my favorite band two years ago, I’d have an homage to Nickelback somewhere on my body :shudder:
How about from a major league baseball player? I hear they’re experts with needles O.o
Don’t ball players usually try to keep their needle marks from showing?
sarajean- I think the best kind of tattoo for someone around the 60 demographic is the discreet kind
Friends don’t let friends listen to Nickelback.
*cannot give Dan enough doors*
And true friends makes sure that their friends do not think that NB is at all “like” Nickel Creek (the horror the horror)
Will someone please tell me why everyone on the internet hates Nickelback? I like Nickelback.
[hater corey] It’s easy to hate celebrity, and even easier when said celebrity arrives on the scene a few years after their style of art has lost its freshness. Even easier, is anonymously hating celebrity on the internet. That, and all their songs sound the same, which is really an invalid arguement when you consider that a lot of acts don’t stray too far from the style that got them where they are (Dave Matthews and Hootie and the Blowfish come to mind).
That being said, I really don’t like Nickleback, but my reason is that they aren’t my style of music. I really don’t have enough spare time to trash them on the web. I spend all my free time catching up with this site 🙂 [/hater corey]
Quel existential crisis – I don’t want to be a Tattoo but I also don’t want my globes to ‘splode.
All I could think of all day today was “Ava—Grandpa’s Little Angle”….
Make it stop…..
Perhaps Dorothy Parker can help, mudsy:
Razors pain you; Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you; And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren’t lawful; Nooses give;
Gas smells awful; You might as well live.
A million adores, Coffy. I love Dorothy Parker.
I use her shorter verse almost daily:
Time doth flit.
Oh, shit.
Awww, she’s acute little angle isn’t she.
I do not understand the reference, although from CoffDrop’s comment it sounds suicide related.
I’m just as lost as you are NMN. Anyone care to Corey for us?
Ta-da!
http://www.yousuckatcraigslist.com/?p=5111#comment-58166
Can’t believe I had forgotten the secret tattoo that Muddy’s hubby had gotten.
I will sit in my corner of shame.
Yes, I am happy that you all could re-live my mortification one additional day.
😉
Mudsy — you know we all love you. We’re kind of like family… you can’t live with ’em and you can’t shoot ’em.
OT-ish: I googled ‘golden lotus’ for the heck of it, figuring that it had to be the name of a restaurant or spa. I was correct, the first entry was a Chinese restaurant in Boulder. If there’s ever a Boulder meet up, please, please, please make it at the Golden Lotus.
No broke hipsters?
**sighs dejectedly, kicks a rock in an off-hand manner**
Nobody appreciates the true wonder of my Beard Of Mystery anymore.
**winks at (E) all of the above**
Teehee.
I know how you feel Mr. Winkey. People used to love me, now they put my food on a shelf and take pictures of it for six months .
There was an avid discussion at work today about that article. NAHM, you are, apparently, the secret to eternal
youthpreservation. Bottle it and you can retire rich beyond your wildest dreams.If it’s not suitable to bugs and mold it certainly isn’t fit for human consumption…….
And that wraps up another fun-filled episode of the YSaC Snark Lounge. J-Dog, here’s a museum-quality Punchity Punch Punch!
G’Night, Colorado!
Lalalalalala!!
I’m early at work, waiting for a conference call with some overseas folks, and I have nothing to do except comment on yesterday’s post.
I’m a couple of years late, but really? Is this a joke? Is this irony? Did someone really take this posting for a real ad? What would his tattoo art be like?