Last one to post in this thread wins!
back in my younger days i had both
im sure ive posted this picture before
not sure if i have a pic of my tattoo but it was an interesting story
i musta been 17, and i decided i wanted to get "sex pistols" t shirt
i looked all over the place, and i couldnt find em anywhere
so i decided, the pistols are british, so ill just skip across the pond and go to england
so i went down to london and bought me a few shirts their
while i was there i decided to test a few of the local brews, met up with some local people and ended up getting...rather blitzed
somewhere in that haze i decided to get tattood
i still remember wondering who was more wasted, me or the guy with the needle
anyway, i got my tattoo and decided that warranted another drink or two
i had it all planned out, i was gonna take the last "jubilee" line back to the hotel (thats their public transportation)
i managed to get on the train on time, and kinda dozed in my drunken stupor untill i saw my exit come up
problem is, i never saw my exit
so i just stayed in the train, half asleep untill the conductor did his check and kicked me off
we had an interesting conversation about where i got on, where i wanted to get off and he explained to me that i never saw my exit because i got on a west bound train, while i was supposed to get on the east bound train
so, there was nothing left for me to do then take a brisk walk through London, to try and get back to the hotel
needless to say, i stopped in one or two local bars on the way for a quick pick-me-up and i actually made it back to the hotel lobby as the rest of my party was getting out of the elevator for breakfast
by then i was mostly sober again, but boy was i tired...and hungry
i dont think i have a pic of my tattoo, but you'll like this one better anyway, its the same as the top one on her arm
(musta forgot to add the pic last nite)
back in my younger days i had both
im sure ive posted this picture before
not sure if i have a pic of my tattoo but it was an interesting story
i musta been 17, and i decided i wanted to get "sex pistols" t shirt
i looked all over the place, and i couldnt find em anywhere
so i decided, the pistols are british, so ill just skip across the pond and go to england
so i went down to london and bought me a few shirts their
while i was there i decided to test a few of the local brews, met up with some local people and ended up getting...rather blitzed
somewhere in that haze i decided to get tattood
i still remember wondering who was more wasted, me or the guy with the needle
anyway, i got my tattoo and decided that warranted another drink or two
i had it all planned out, i was gonna take the last "jubilee" line back to the hotel (thats their public transportation)
i managed to get on the train on time, and kinda dozed in my drunken stupor untill i saw my exit come up
problem is, i never saw my exit
so i just stayed in the train, half asleep untill the conductor did his check and kicked me off
we had an interesting conversation about where i got on, where i wanted to get off and he explained to me that i never saw my exit because i got on a west bound train, while i was supposed to get on the east bound train
so, there was nothing left for me to do then take a brisk walk through London, to try and get back to the hotel
needless to say, i stopped in one or two local bars on the way for a quick pick-me-up and i actually made it back to the hotel lobby as the rest of my party was getting out of the elevator for breakfast
by then i was mostly sober again, but boy was i tired...and hungry
i dont think i have a pic of my tattoo, but you'll like this one better anyway, its the same as the top one on her arm
(musta forgot to add the pic last nite)