aliveandkicking
Well-Known Member
There are a few tattoo threads on here but I think this tat deserves its own. I don't mind the odd tattoo.
Like most tings in my life there is a bit of a story behind it and this one begins a a mates 30th about 18 months ago.
It was a French BBQ. If you've never been to a French bbq (in Canberra), they're alot like Australian bbq's except almost everyone is French and speaking French. This made it a little hard for me to keep up with conversations. After a few hours of drinking and generally acting like a clown the two most dangerous words that can be asaid aroung me when I'm drunk were said. Tattoo Gun.
Next thing I knew a mate and I were playing noughts and crosses in front of a crowd of about 50 amazed Frenchies, on another mates foot. With the tattoo gun.
I won the game.
After the game a mate decided he needed me to tattoo EST 1979 on the back of his neck. Initally I declined. He went off to make up a stencil and get me a beer thinking it would sweeten the deal. While he was gone I got a little bored and decided to give myself the worst but best tattoo ever.
Meet my THUMB PUPPET
My mate eventually managed to talk me into Tattooing his neck. He was so drunk he fell asleep during it. He's now getting around with a lopsided tat on his neck:lol:
Like most tings in my life there is a bit of a story behind it and this one begins a a mates 30th about 18 months ago.
It was a French BBQ. If you've never been to a French bbq (in Canberra), they're alot like Australian bbq's except almost everyone is French and speaking French. This made it a little hard for me to keep up with conversations. After a few hours of drinking and generally acting like a clown the two most dangerous words that can be asaid aroung me when I'm drunk were said. Tattoo Gun.
Next thing I knew a mate and I were playing noughts and crosses in front of a crowd of about 50 amazed Frenchies, on another mates foot. With the tattoo gun.
I won the game.
After the game a mate decided he needed me to tattoo EST 1979 on the back of his neck. Initally I declined. He went off to make up a stencil and get me a beer thinking it would sweeten the deal. While he was gone I got a little bored and decided to give myself the worst but best tattoo ever.
Meet my THUMB PUPPET
My mate eventually managed to talk me into Tattooing his neck. He was so drunk he fell asleep during it. He's now getting around with a lopsided tat on his neck:lol:
