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snip When my daughter, as a teenager, announced suddenly that she was going to get a tattoo, I went into panic mode inside but stayed icily nonchalant on the outside so as not to trip her into it. I cunningly steered the conversation to the dangers and difficulty and expense of removing them if ever there was a change of mind and suggested that she might try first a high quality removable one (stick-ons). She agreed! I feinted when out of sight. She never even got to the removable ones and soon lost the idea. I forget what replaced it, bungee jumping or something? I wanted to have a tattoo to advertise that I'd had my vasectomy. My late wife said "Fine, but I'll stipulate where the tattoo goes!" I never did get one! |
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I wanted to get a tattoo of an elephant but the ears wouldn't fit in the place it was supposed to go. |
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