Guess what my new tattoo is of

Guess what my new tattoo is of

Pirateswords?? For vakuum to mop?

some bdsm shit perhaps

a fingerhole, a ball gag and a 3 eyed bird.

Two broken katanas?

Damn dude. I hope it's not gay ass pirate swords.

faggot video game

A new gender?

It's gay ass pirate swords right?

faggot ass tatto

OP has become an ass pirate. Congrats fag!

look like some gay juggalo shit

Did valve pay you to promote new CSGO knives?

A bird with 4 balls?

An upside down, symbolic representation of the Pringles guy.

Assdickandballs?

Akofena

thanks.

Just wait another 20-30 years and you'll see all the people who jumped on the tattoo trend working at gas stations and emptying garbage cans in office buildings. Idiots.

By then, age and gravity will have caught up with them and the chick with the chest piece will be looking run down and used up while she rings up your order at Arby's. Such a free spirit in her 20's, now she has a raspy voice from smoking/drinking for decades and her bleach blonde hair is frayed and the root color is coming through at the scalp. Her skin is saggy and leathery and her ear lobes are like deflated tires because she stretchied them and Arby's corporate won't let her wear plugs. At 43, she'll claim discrimination and complain to her teenage co-workers on her way out the back exit to take an unscheduled smoke break.

Meanwhile, at 45, her ex-boyfriend with sleeve tattoos and facial piercings will have a gigantic beer gut, a year's worth of beard growth, and wears Chuck Taylors and still has a wallet chain. His tattoos that used to express his personality so well have faded and expanded as he gained weight, plus years of sun from outside labor have turned his skin into a darkened, wrinkly mess. He looks every bit of 60 at 45. The kids at work see his tattoos and stretched ear lobes and think "man, that guy must have been pretty cool about 20 years ago." Every night after work, he stops at the gas station and buys a 12-pack of Natty Ice and drinks himself into oblivion in his shitty studio apartment he's lived in for the past 9 years. In his daily drunken stupor, he wonders where it all went wrong. He wakes up with the usual hangover and prays that his 1974 Bronco will start up so he can get to work at the warehouse on time.

I wish I had a 1974 bronco. I don't even have tattoos.

This, bronco's are neat