So I’m sitting on a river’s edge at a family reunion. Just about everyone I look at is tattooed. Most I see I can’t read or are a picture of something I cannot figure out what I’m looking at. Some I can figure out are a picture of the stupidest things. I just don’t get it.
I used to work in a prison and I saw enough tats to last a lifetime. Not one did I want permanently on me. I hate them a woman with other wise perfect skin. Nothing that comes out of a needle can make a girl prettier than God did. Just my personal taste. Get them if you want.
