I used to assume I’d never get a tattoo. I always figured I’d never find that one thing that I’d a) never regret getting inked on my body forever and ever and b) never have the nerve to sit there and watch and feel that.
Now I’m thinking about it. I still have no idea exactly what I’d get tattooed, exactly where I’d get it, or if I’d be able to sit there and deal with the pain and the sound of the tools without passing the fudge out.
The more I’m thinking about it, though, the more I’m thinking about getting a short lyric tattooed somewhere. It’d have to be something that meant a lot to me and that I know would still resonate with me years from now. Yikes that’s hard!
So in the spirit of potentially doing this at some point in my future, I started to look up lyrics by my favorite bands. Now I will share with you all what I found from the band blink-182:
“Smoked a bong, killed a cat. Had my nuts attacked by rats. Dad got nude, I wore a thong. For a hobby I make bombs.”
“Fuck this place. I lost the war. I hate you all. Your mom’s a whore. Where’s my dog? Cuz girls are such a drag.”
“Hate the jocks, the preps, the hippie fuckin scumbags, heavy metalers with their awful pussy hair bands.”
“My love life was getting so bland. There are only so many ways I can make love with my hand.”
“You’re all my brothers and sisters. We all love with one heart. So why won’t some girl suck my cock?”
“Shit, piss, fuck, cunt, cocksucker, motherfucker, tits, fart, turd, and twat. I fucked your mom.”
Should I maybe rethink this?! Nah..
For your listening pleasure, I present Family Reunion: