A few weeks ago Edward and I were perusing 1000 Tattoos. I was interested in getting some ink work done and Edward decided he wanted one, too. He hoped to find a nice picture of a mountain lion that he could have tattooed on his back.
Unfortunately, when we went down to the studio to make our appointments, it turned out that Edward couldn't get one after all. The needle was no match for his hard, cold, marble flesh! He was a tad disappointed but still offered to come with me when I got mine.
So, on Friday, STY, Edward and I hustled off to the tattoo studio so I could get inked. To be honest, STY and I spent a good deal of time plotting how we were going to get pictures of us and Edward at the tattoo studio. Cameras were packed, cell phones were switched to silent and Edward was tucked discreetly into STY's purse.
And then our excursion was totally thwarted by one single man. He was young-ish, your typical beefy looking tough-guyfrat
My back was to those fuckers but STY gave me a subtle shake of the head and returned her camera (and Edward) back to her purse with a sad, little sigh. She did, however, manage to snag a couple of pictures with her cell phone but we were hoping to involve Edward in the whole process.I DO NOT have elephantitis of the tit - it's the chair.
We had plotted for so long that we were just plain fecking disappointed that Mr. Whiny-baby-bitch (he whimpered the whole gawddamn time he was getting his tattoo) and his gang had to ruin it for us that STY made one last desperate attempt to take a picture of poor Edward.
Oh, and to Mr. Whiny-baby-bitch - you suck for ruining our plans. And your tattoo was crooked.