"I Recommend Getting A Tattoo. They Preserve The Thing You Love...Starland Vocal Band!?! They Suck!!!"

Let me start out by admitting that I do not have a tattoo, nor do I ever want one. I've never felt so strongly about something that I felt the need to plunk down no small amount of cash in order to get it etched into my skin for eternity. It seems like in the last few years, my decision to not have a tattoo could be seen as more rebellious than the act of getting one. Tattos are so clich these days. You've got your barbed wire around the bicep, the chinese character on the back of the neck, the tramp stamp, the preppie girl "look at how naughty and wild I am" tattoo (nearly microscopic smear of ink on the ankle), and, of course, "Wino Forever", for anyone who's ever dated Winona Ryder.

From what I've gathered from talking to people who do have tattoos, the decision to get one usually is made under the influence of something; lust, sadness, drugs, spite, religious cult brainwashing, et cetera. I used to think that guys who got a girl's name tattooed on their body were the biggest idiots of the tattoo set, but then I saw this.



Maybe for his next tattoo, he could put "DOUCHEBAG" across his ample forehead.