What's up, Doc? What's up, you guy.
The only thing I've been able to think about all day long is how much I can't stand leg tattoos. It got really bad when I was doing my usual thing I do all day besides post on GAF--sitting on my porch and watching all the bodacious babes going in and out of New Seasons grocery store parking lot. I saw a bodacious metal babe wearing a sweet Guns N' Roses cutoff, but then disaster struck as my eyes gently and lovingly wandered down the rest of her body. LEG TATTOO. Leg tattoo on the side of the calf. HOOOOLLLYYYYY SHIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTT.
My face and arms became flush and I started to sweat. Anxiety started to set in, followed by a very, very mild panic attack. "Nononononono" I said, "Please you, hot woman...you not having a leg tattoo...", but my whispers faded into silence, and there was nothing I could do to turn back the hands of time. She had a leg tattoo and I couldn't change that. I loved her, but I loved her enough to know when it was time to let her go. C'est la vie.
That's when we parted ways. She went into the store, and I continued to creepily ogle women while drinking a 40oz and eating leftover pizza that some girl from the pizza shop down the road gave us for free.
Leg tattoos, Doctor. Guys or girls, doesn't matter. Looks awful. What does GAF/Google image search think?
The only thing I've been able to think about all day long is how much I can't stand leg tattoos. It got really bad when I was doing my usual thing I do all day besides post on GAF--sitting on my porch and watching all the bodacious babes going in and out of New Seasons grocery store parking lot. I saw a bodacious metal babe wearing a sweet Guns N' Roses cutoff, but then disaster struck as my eyes gently and lovingly wandered down the rest of her body. LEG TATTOO. Leg tattoo on the side of the calf. HOOOOLLLYYYYY SHIIIIIIIITTTTTTTTTT.
My face and arms became flush and I started to sweat. Anxiety started to set in, followed by a very, very mild panic attack. "Nononononono" I said, "Please you, hot woman...you not having a leg tattoo...", but my whispers faded into silence, and there was nothing I could do to turn back the hands of time. She had a leg tattoo and I couldn't change that. I loved her, but I loved her enough to know when it was time to let her go. C'est la vie.
That's when we parted ways. She went into the store, and I continued to creepily ogle women while drinking a 40oz and eating leftover pizza that some girl from the pizza shop down the road gave us for free.
Leg tattoos, Doctor. Guys or girls, doesn't matter. Looks awful. What does GAF/Google image search think?
