I was eating lunch today at a local Subway and I overheard one of the funniest conversations.  A family was sitting behind me and the father gave the little boy a glass of Sprite.  The little boy took a sip and said, "I hate the taste."  The father said, "Well if you don't like the taste, spit it out." Then the mother said, "I've heard that one before."  I almost choked on my Subway feast.  I decided it is time to do some crappy tattoos.

I enjoy beef jerky as much as the next guy but no way is it tattoo worthy. 

Someone must be a huge Ted Danson fan to get his "best" movie tattooed on his ass.

No that isn't magic marker.  It is a real tattoo.  I think he should have stated the obvious and it should read Capt. Dumbass.

Since when is it cool to tattoo skin conditions on yourself because that is what this butterfly dust looks like. 

I do say this is a crappy tattoo mostly because the guy posing looks like an enormous tool.  I thought it was cool because it was pixelated just like the actual video game.  This is a quandary.

As if track marks weren't telltale enough about your drug habit, let's get a tattoo that screams junkie.

Happy Father's Day!  Get dad the tattoo he deserves.

Either this is fake or this guy is definitely not going to Harvard.

Mr Feeny, in his tattoo glory.  Oh my god, you have to be a loser to get a Mr. Feeny tattoo and also a loser to still remember Mr. Feeny.  See, I make fun of all these people, I can still make fun of myself.

Why do I feel like going out and collecting butterflies?

You know this is for the ladies but I think this would scare the ladies.

Prepare yourself for the sexiest tattoos you have ever scene.  This one definitely will not scare the ladies and the ladies will love it.

I can think many things I would regret if I were this guy.