Stink Ink

Bad Ideas. Dumb Decisions. Terrible Tats.

As if the Ace Ventura ain’t bad enough…

…”Abaghty then”?

Sweet.

You should have gone with an Oprah.

The South’s gonna do it again.

A few too many pre-ink PBRs perhaps?

Well, that’s becoming.

The Death of the One-Footed Hot Dog.

Aretha Franklin. Melts in Your mouth. Not in your hands.

Love may never die, but this tat may have inched it a wee bit closer to the grave.

Lordy.

Even Ricky Martin ain’t feelin’ this Vida Loca.

I’ll opt for home.