If you could turn a crackhead’s pet dog into a person would they say “get me the fuck outta here!” Or would they try to sell me their box television from 1996?
Someone told me a couple weeks ago that I seemed like the kind of guy who really enjoys canned pineapple and I’m still trying to decide how to take that comment.
Them: Hey are you tattooing at the shop today?
Me: Not today
Then: Want to tattoo at my house?
Me: I can’t think of really anything I’d want to do less than that.