
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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I had my belly button done, only to find six months later it had grown out, leaving the belly bar dangling precariously from the thinnest membrane possible. So I got it done again, having been reassured by the beardy piercing bloke that it never happens twice.
This time, it only took three months to grow out. Leaving me with a small pink scar, £100 lighter of pocket and an abundance of useless jewellery.
Meh. Curse my fussy belly.
( , Mon 4 Dec 2006, 12:03, Reply)
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