So my birthday was yesterday and I didn't hear from my brother at all. No phone call, no email, no Facebook message, nothing. Late last night I wrote on his Facebook wall saying "I can't believe my own brother forgot my birthday. I think this warrents a free tat!" (He's a tattoo artist.)
He called me this morning apologizing up and down and told me to go into the shop. A couple hours later I come out with my 6th tattoo and 3 new piercing, woot!
I've reached my pain quota for the day I'll tell ya. Here's what I got.
He called me this morning apologizing up and down and told me to go into the shop. A couple hours later I come out with my 6th tattoo and 3 new piercing, woot!