Well I haven't done one of these in a while so here are some questionable #tattoos and some of these are #NSFW

Maybe this one isn't so bad as it is questionable.  Who am I kidding?  I'd love a Shatner tattoo, especially one of him when he performed "Rocket Man" because I'm a hipster like that.

I wonder if the tattoo artist is to blame or if they were just complying with the customer's wishes.  I wonder if anyone is working on a tattoo spell-checker. 

I think people should seriously use spell check or grammar check before they get a tattoo.  Is the tattoo artist to blame?  No, the artist simply follows instructions...sort of like a Nazi.

His brain is full of shit.

Hey, that one Xangan would be upset because it looks like you're trying to chop your Cox.  I liked that manager but I don't think I'd get his drunken image tattooed on my body.

Novel idea but not properly executed.  I guess I shouldn't criticize this tattoo because James Harrison may call me a fag.  You know they make those Terrible Towels for the Pittsburgh Steelers in a town in Wisconsin?  Yeah, us Packer fans don't need to wave hankies around, we just wear cheese on our heads.

Well, that's debatable.

I wonder how she'll explain that to her children.

You know I've always wondered about those character tattoos.  I've always had a feeling that they say things like that.

HAHAHAHAHA!  I guess there are tattoo fails in English as well.

Well that's swell.  I just hope it isn't blue and yellow.

Looks like @Rob_of_the_Sky got himself a tattoo or maybe he should get this tattoo to have have Weird Al follow him on Twitter.

Truth in advertising.

Hey, I caught her at the right angle.  HAHAHAHAHAHAHA  How cool is it to see a tattoo of the Pythagorean Theorem?  Well it is for nerds like me.  Actually I hated geometry and only passed because I was in football. Strangely I also did poorly in Algebra I but I aced Algebra II.  FREAKY!  Geometry class was a blast because I got to sit next to the hottest girl in my class all year.  Thank you God and thank you faulty brain.

Mathlete+(nattylitex30)-(inhibitions)= this tattoo.  I was trying to solve for a but I no longer do algebra. 

Give peace a chance or at least a flaming dagger stabbed through it.

Proof positive that crappy tattoos work against you. 

I have nothing witty to say here.

I am a pure athletic specimen which is why I could model bowling products.

You know those balance wristbands?  They release negative ions from the body and dollar bills from the wallet.

I was watching some Little League the other day and I heard the coach tell a few players to go shag the balls.  That got me thinking, where did the term “shagging balls” originate?  From my studies it was Catholic priests who coined that phrase to desensitize young boys.

The reason why insurance companies are the main corporate sponsors of baseball is because they figure that people of color wielding big sticks will sell their product faster.

Kids who once played football to try to make it to the NFL are now reading law books to be the true stars of the NFL…lawyers.

I think Inception is real and whoever is doing mine is extremely perverted or maybe that’s just me.

Have you ever farted so hard it set off a car alarm?  Have you ever farted and it smelled so foul that it made Casey Anthony’s trunk smell like roses?

So apparently the DMV has the right to refuse to issue licenses to people who aren’t citizens but shouldn’t they also refuse to issue licenses to people who can’t drive?

I was reading ESPN today and saw that the Minnesota Timberwolves fired their coach Kurt Rambis which made me ask, “Kurt Rambis was the coach of the Minnesota Timberwolves?”

I heard a woman in Texas gave birth to a 16lb baby this week.  Doctors said that the baby and mother are doing fine but they didn’t know when she’d be able to walk again.  I sort of picture pushing a watermelon through the neck of your favorite turtle neck.  Try it sometime, I guarantee that the turtle neck will never fit right again, but it will shrink if you wash it in hot water and then through it in the dryer.

The Republicans cost the Wisconsin tax payers about $500,000 for fake Democratic candidates.  Where is the Tea Party outrage?

And now for your weekly dose of #motivation:

So I haven't really been around her for the past few days.  I slept in on Saturday and did work around my house.  I was supposed to take my dad to dialysis but because I had been doing a lot of work for him he decided to give me a day off.  Ha...such a joke.  Anyway he allowed me to have a day off and to do work for him at his house.  Sunday I was beat and it was hot so I just laid in front of a fan most all day.  Monday I took my dad to another doctor's appointment to check to see how his eye surgery was progressing.  I guess the doctor said it was looking decent but my dad still has to go back for another exam sometime in August.  Anyway we tooled around up there and I had to go all over the place looking for things for my dad.  Then I came home and rested because I had to take him to dialysis.  I want to visit some friends but I had to run errands for my dad and my aunt came along and wanted to visit a few places and get things before she has surgery.  Anyway it was about 30 minutes before my dad's dialysis appointment was over.  I was in the lounge waiting and I could hear him talking and figured he was almost finished.  Then all of a sudden I see two paramedics walk in with a gurney.  I knew right then and there that it was my dad.  Yep, a nurse came out and said he was complaining of chest pains and having a hard time breathing.  She said he wanted me to take him home but I said no and he's going to the hospital.  I call up my mom and she rushes down and we sit in this emergency room for like 3 hours trying to figure out what is going on.  The doctor said something like he didn't have a heart attack but he may have had a heart attack and that my dad was a high risk factor because he has diabetes, kidney disease and is a smoker which my mom didn't know and you could see she was thinking of wrapping around the IV hose around his throat.  They were running all sorts of tests and couldn't figure it out so they decided to ship him to a large hospital in Madison.  I didn't go to Madison because before they transported him my dad gave me a list of errands I have to do.  How can I be a concerned son when I'm nothing more than a servant?  My mom called and said they hadn't seen a doctor yet.  Well maybe if I have time tomorrow I'll go down there.  All I know is that if he needs a heart transplant I will refuse to give him mine.

Update: I can't believe I didn't include this in the original post.  When my dad was laying in the ER, there were other trauma patients being examined.  There was an old man across the hall who had been brought in because he was severely constipated.  I couldn't help but eavesdrop because the nurses were trying to calm him down because he was screaming that he wanted to go home.  Apparently they tried an enema and it didn't work so they had to take extreme actions.  The old man started screaming, "JESUS CHRIST!  STOP IT!  NO MORE!  RAPE!  RAPE!  RAPE!"  That went on for about 15 minutes and then I hear a nurse yell, "Don't lean back because there's poop everywhere."  Sheets across a door entrance do not give a person any privacy.  Today was nuts, I drove down to Madison with my aunt.  Of course my mom didn't want me to get there until after he came out of surgery which was ridiculous because he was so drugged up that most of the time I was there he was asleep.  And of course I hit rush hour traffic.  It was so horrible and it was weird because the rush hour traffic was leading into town and not out.  I was sitting on the beltline across from one of the TV stations.  I honked my horn hoping it would disrupt the news broadcast.  It didn't work.  The only thing honking in rush hour did was make more people honk and tell me that I'm number 1.  I get to the hospital and valet park because it's free and I'm too lazy to find a parking space.  I go up to my dad's room and he's sleeping.  My mom screams at him that we were there.  He wakes up and says, "OK" and then went back to sleep.  We sat around in his room which was ice cold but the air unit was putting out hot air.  I got up and walked around and was sitting in the family lounge watching people cross the street to get off the hospital campus so they could smoke.  It's funny because someone set up an empty coffee can on the corner for cigarette butt collection.  I put my shoes up on the air unit and then all of a sudden I smell something burning.  I looked at my feet thinking I am on fire and then all of a sudden the lights shut off and emergency lights come on and the fire alarm goes off and a mysterious voice announces that there is a code red and we must proceed to leave via the stairs.  I am sitting there and there's a 10 year old kid who asks me, "Mister, what should we do?"  I told him to stand by the stairs and I went to the nurse's station to find out where we should go.  The nurse says to exit via the stairs and get as far away as possible from the building.  I asked her how serious it was and why did they lock the door to get into my dad's unit.  She told me to evacuate.  I turned around and there was a janitor carrying a fire extinguisher.  I was dumbfounded.  The kid looked panicked so I started going to the emergency exit.  I look out the window and there is the Madison fire department.  As I open the door for a few other people I hear the janitor say don't worry it's taken care of.  A nurse was toasting a bagel, left it unattended, and it went up in flames.  I laughed and went back to watch the fire trucks and people evacuating.  Then once the alarms went off and doors opened I went to my dad's room.  The doctor came in and said that he didn't have a heart attack and his heart was normal and there were no blockages but they didn't know what caused his chest pain.  I guess that is good news.  They are going to keep him another day and give him dialysis and monitor his heart while he has that done.  My dad did say that the best part of being in the hospital was he had a great view.  The way he was positioned in the bed, he could see the capital building.  This last week has been exhausting.  I drove home and stopped at Denny's.  Nothing like fearing a parent had a heart attack by eating at Denny's...Philly Cheese Steak Omelet?  Philly Cheese Steak Omelet!  I got home about an hour or so ago and now it's time for bed...well watching a little Friday Night Lights before I fall asleep.  Friday Night Lights is by far the greatest show on TV and it's hard to believe that the last episode will air this Friday.