Fake tattoos. What the f**k are they all about? Well actually its not the tattoos I have an issue with, its the tossers who wear them, poncing around trying to look 'cool' or 'hard'. W@ankers! How do I say this? GROW THE F**K YOU DIMWIT! YOU DONT LOOK EITHER COOL NOR HARD, IN FACT YOU LOOK THE COMPLETE OPPOSITE YOU POSEUR BAG OF SHYTE!
Now before I get hate mail (I love those by the way) I use fake tattoos but the difference is I ALREADY HAVE 19 REAL ONES INKED ON MY DRUNKEN FLESH and the reason I use them is to plan where my next REAL TATTOO will go. I simply slap on a kiddies tattoo to decide if I like the spot I have in mind for the tattoo proper.
And speaking of kiddies I have no problem with them having them, ITS THOSE VAIN IMBECILES WHO GO OUT CLUBBING WITH THEM THAT I HAVE THE UTTER SH!T WITH. I mean seriously GET. A. LIFE. you man~fairy!
For the most part im a gentle, contented soul, happy to let life go on its merry way. But sometimes things happen that would test the patience of a saint (or a poet) and for these little troubles I give you Ranter the Shanter ~ Born to shant, Loves to rant! You think im cute when I get mad? Well in a minute im about to be f**king gorgeous.
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