Body Mods
This week we hand the honours over to DippyFi, who asks:
"Got your girlfriend stuck on your Prince Albert? Had an argument with your tattoo artist mid-tattoo? Piercing mysteriously dissolved the cartilege in your ear? Or worse: decided to pierce yourself while you were drunk? Go on, I wanna hear all the gory details!"
The closest I've got to body piercing was when a friend stuck a sodding gardening fork through my right hand. It wasn't a good look to be honest.
( , Thu 30 Nov 2006, 23:02)
This week we hand the honours over to DippyFi, who asks:
"Got your girlfriend stuck on your Prince Albert? Had an argument with your tattoo artist mid-tattoo? Piercing mysteriously dissolved the cartilege in your ear? Or worse: decided to pierce yourself while you were drunk? Go on, I wanna hear all the gory details!"
The closest I've got to body piercing was when a friend stuck a sodding gardening fork through my right hand. It wasn't a good look to be honest.
( , Thu 30 Nov 2006, 23:02)
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Whilst at university
I met a lovely South Londoner by the name of Paddy.
One evening after several beverages we got chatting, and Paddy said, "You know, it's such a weird coincidence..."
"What is?" I asked
"I actually have your name tattooed on my arse" he replied, to much disbelief on my part.
Imagine the hilarity as he pulled down his filthy keks to reveal 'Your Name' written in lovely flowing script across his left buttock.
Worst. Chat-up Line. Ever.
( , Fri 1 Dec 2006, 13:54, Reply)
I met a lovely South Londoner by the name of Paddy.
One evening after several beverages we got chatting, and Paddy said, "You know, it's such a weird coincidence..."
"What is?" I asked
"I actually have your name tattooed on my arse" he replied, to much disbelief on my part.
Imagine the hilarity as he pulled down his filthy keks to reveal 'Your Name' written in lovely flowing script across his left buttock.
Worst. Chat-up Line. Ever.
( , Fri 1 Dec 2006, 13:54, Reply)
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