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Love your mother? Got a special woman in your life? Maybe you’ve got a woman who you want to impress when she doesn’t even know you’re alive. Then celebrate by getting her name tattooed on your body. On my body you say? No dummy, on your body. You’re not going to make them smile putting their name on someone else. Every woman loves seeing her name tattoed across a man’s chest, (maybe, possibly…not really) especially biker bitches from New Jersey named Katherine (always spelled with a K).

For everyone wondering why I’m talking tats, I said tats not tits (one can only dream right?) It’s because it’s National Tatto Day. While I had originally planned to write about something else, calling attention to those who cover their arms in so much ink that you can barely see skin was impossible to pass up. The history of tattoos began many years ago, so far back that I’m making this up because I have no idea and don’t want to make the effort to investigate. Oh right…I gave that away, so moving on. We’ll say tattoos began sometime in history or they would not exist. There got that part covered.

Where was I?

Oh yeah. Tattoos right. Meh. No opinions make up your own story. I’ll do better next time. It’s also National Hot Dog Day. Maybe you can get a tattoo of a hot dog. All women enjoy a huge weiner. 😄