They Steal Your Underpants…

so I did it, I got my Harry Potter tattoo. and oh what a journey it was…okay not really. it just seemed like a journey because it took forever. we arrived at the first shop on the north side of town because we wanted this guy named Mikey to do our tats. well it turned out that Mikey no longer works there, he is now running another tattoo shop on the south side of town. so we sat in traffic for an hour on empty stomachs because we haven’t eaten since…oh yeah we didn’t eat that day. an hour later, we arrived. after talking to Mikey about The Husband’s geeky organic chemistry themed leg sleeve, Mikey set an appointment for him on Saturday. it’s going to be an all day ordeal but it’s going to be SO AWESOME. but anyways, back to my tattoo…I told him what I wanted and he said that he couldn’t fit that sentence (“I believe in Nargles”) on one foot unless the letters were tiny and he said that he didn’t want to do tiny letters because after time the lines will bleed in together and it will look like a blob. so he said that if I wanted it on one foot he would design me something where the words would stack on top of each other. so after a few beers at the bar next door I go back to check out his work. it took a little over an hour to do, and it hurt like heck (but as long as I was watching his every move it didn’t hurt so much), here it is.

so yeah, my big fat swollen foot. and btw, that is a radish in the middle. I had to explain to my mom that it was not a retarded dwarf carrot…