Being older than dirt, can't make sense of Millennium's priorities.
Waiting for the Walmart cashier, looked at the young lady in front of me in the line. Pleasant, put a separator marker behind her purchases on the belt, and had a nice smile. Her purchases were a quart of generic motor oil and a few cheap food items. OK, many of us are poor or know what it is to be poor.
She was dressed in mismatched raggedy thrift store cloths. They were clean. On her left calf was a $500-1,000 tattoo (just guessing, all I know of tattoos is I have none).
Oh well, it is a free country.
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The tattoo thing is a fad. I don't have any ink either.
When I was a kid, the only women who had tattoos were whores. I realized that times have changed.
Once sat in a tattoo parlor in Amsterdam while my buddies got inked. Didn't see any examples that appealed. Tom, the intellectual in our group had, "Don't let the bastards get you down" in Latin inked. The tattoo 'artist' misspelled the phrase.
I'm not decorated by anything other than battle scars. Having babies and getting old and having surgeries will do that to you. As I'm sure you know. Well, not about having babies.
A couple things. While having no interest in getting a tattoo, I have seen some pretty amazing ones. They *are* expensive. But the person you saw may be living with the artist, have had the tattoo for 5 years (ever since she was 18 and still living at home and had a ton of disposable cash), someone bought it for her as a gift... the possibilities of something other than misplaced priorities are there. Which is not to say that she has her priorities in order, either. Who knows?
Also, this is the funniest tattoo I've ever seen.
http://1.media.collegehumor.cvcdn.com/89/14/4ca49d618c3be518c39305fc11c1294d-tattoo-turns-navel-into-cat-anus.jpg
Good points. As to child birth, the important thing for the father is to make sure she has a hold of your hand, not just your fingers.
If we're going to compare bullet wounds, I can do that. As with you and others, there's nothing that I wanted to put under my skin and leave there. If you go to Mardi Gras, there's a lot of interesting ink to see. I won't go into detail and don't wish to offend, but it's more interesting than going to a zoo.
No bullet wounds but got my first knife fight scar at age 5.
My brother stabbed clear through my right bicep when I was about 11. He hit me in the leg with a sickle and cut me good too. Mind you we were both playing both times. I wasn't upset with him. It was difficult to explain to my grandma who didn't understand warrior grandsons.
My mother was pissed. My father handled the situation as the other kids involved were hurt.
US Army, Germany 1960's had a lot of racial problems. Had to defend myself against three 'Mau Maus' as they were called. Used an entrenching tool. It didn't go as planned for them.
Understand the Spetsnaz do a lot of training with entrenching tools (their version).
And they have one of the edges razor sharp.
No ink here, either. There's one or two I've thought of getting, but just never did.
When we were in our barracks, we were disarmed. Since we were on 2 hour alert status 24/7/365 we kept all our field gear. I slept with my entrenching tool.
The tat was probably paid for with an EBT card.
My daughter does ink, but she trades massages for them, no cash involved. Ink is not my thing ether.
Thanks for the post.
Paul L. Quandt
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