There are a few groups of people who shouldn't allowed near a tattoo parlor. Hipster white chicks, Hispanics and white-trash because these three groups of people cannot be trusted when it comes to self mutilation. I am not here to say that we should police private activity and curb personal freedom but i am here to suggest that for their own good (and those of us who have to look at these canvases of crap) anybody dumb enough to get one of theae hideous tattoos should not be surprised when they spend more time at a job wearing a name-tag than standing on the other side using the service they are offering
Walking through Brooklyn yesterday you see a fair share of two of these offenders and quite honestly the lack of thought to the patterns of ink is insulting. There is a certain mystery about the chick who has a secret tattoo below her panty line or on her ankle but when the thought goes from less-is-more to more-is-more I lose it. The hipsters have these horrible tattoos running down their legs, arms and backs like they have been attacked by a group of geometrically challenged adicondas. The only design they seem to care about is to see how long a piece a Slim-Jim they can have permanently imprinted on their body's. They start in the neck, wind over the back and usually wrap around their legs like a nasty vine
The Hispanics one-up them with these heinous RIP tats on their gigantic guts which have only expanded since they got inked a few years ago so now little Jesus Rodriguez looks like he was drawn by a drunk Picasso.
The white-trash might be the worst because the tattoos they have seem to be scatter on their skin completely haphazardly, with one ugly design bleeding into another. Like the architecture in Houston there is no city-planning when it comes to layout on the white-trash back so they pair a bulldog with a hand holding a cross with rosary beads next to a Dallas Cowboy logo.
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