Didn’t see it in person, but there’s a guy out there with a full-color tattoo covering his entire penis of a dragon. The head of the penis was pierced as well, and lies right where the nose of the dragon is. It’s a rather nice dragon, but DAMN. It’s floating somewhere around the Internet, don’t really care to scan through a bunch of porn sites to find it though.
I also know of (never seen) a guy with knuckle tattoos that spell out “ROOT BEER.”
There’s a guy who has “Weird Al” Yankovic’s face and signature tattooed on his ankle. As if that weren’t enough, he added the pictures and signatures of three of Al’s band members.
If that’s the toaster you get when you ‘convert’ x number of people to homosexuality, the International Order of Gay People may want to make that more clear to it’s members. My gay friends are looking forward to actual cinnamon toast!
The puzzle girl reminds me I’ve seen the guy who’s tattooed a tiger (? You’d think I would remember that tattoo better) on his face. Filed his teeth to points and is getting whisker implants soonly.
I saw this tattoo, in Mandarin, on the back of one ex-gangster… “Mother’s love is the greatest”.
Yeah, gangsters usually have tattoos to intimdate people. They go for soaring dragons, goth looking demons and the like. But “Mother’s love is the greatest”…?
My favorite dumbass tattoos are prolly the ones that Steve-O has.
On this page is his famous “prison sex prevention” tattoo (himself, on his own back) and further down, just next to the one that says “Your Name” is the tattoo that he had done in a Hummer that Henry Rollins drove across the Salt Flats at like 100 mph.
Steve-O may be an idiot, but at least he doesn’t mind if we laugh at him. Loudly. To his face.
A woman I worked with at a telemarketing firm had an unfinished Tweety Bird tattoo. Always be sure to bring enough money to the tattoo parlor to get the whole thing done!
This is a true story. After graduating college, I waited tables. I noticed the cook, Dave, had the name Kristi tattooed on his hand. Looked like it was done with india ink and a needle. A short time later, a waitress started working there… named Krisit, with “Dave” tattooed on her hand, in the same place, the same way. I didn’t say anything for several weeks, and then I just had to point it out.
Yep, they were in love back in high school and tattooed their names on each other… and then didn’t recognize each other at all when they ran into each other again, 20 years later. Not the slightest flicker of recognition. They seemed rather shocked, sheepish, and downright embarrassed when I had them show each other and the epiphany happened for both of them. :rolleyes: If that’s not a cautionary tale about tattoing names on your body, I don’t know what is.
My friend has a major problem with the Grateful Dead so he had Dead bears tattooes on both calves. One is being burned at the stake while the other has a hatchet imbeded in its skull.
I saw a girl with a ruler with the words “Don’t Lie” tattooed on her inner thigh.
When I got my last tattoo, I asked my artist about the most ridiculous tattoo he had ever done. He said that a guy got a picture on his upper arm of Taz masturbating while riding a skateboard. WTF?
Although, I must say, if a tattoo has meaning for you or if it makes you happy and you think you can live with it for the rest of your life…go for it.
I went to school with a guy who had a hard time quitting drinking. What finally worked for him was his decision that whenever he needed a drink he would get a skull tattoo instead. By the time that I met him he was sleeved and front and backed with skulls, all done in black ink, each about as big as a quarter and trimmed out to make a teardrop of bare skin around each skull. He had also stayed sober for three years.
A friend had a flaming ear of corn done on his right shoulder. Hey, he was in a cornpone cowpunk band!
I once ran across a woman in a Home Depot, late at night, who had a curlyque/vine pattern, almost a tribal version of what is sometimes done with henna, done in black ink over her entire body. Sure, it was a strong statement, but it was also incredibly feminine.
Also, the Lizardman used to pick either his or a friend’s kid up from my son’s day care (I only saw him there once or twice. For what it’s worth, I remember him as being red, not green.)