Tuesday

Sorry...About Your Daughter



I met Mike in the smoking area of Midway Airport, in Chicago. He was pretty much a total goober...the kind of guy who walks around singing George Thorogood songs, always dreaming about finding a box of money. We talked for about 30 minutes, but I was all fucked up on Valium, and Whiskey (only way I can get on a plane) and forgot most of our conversation.

Mike was an OK guy, and I feel bad for him. He either has the world's ugliest kid, or one of the shittiest tattoos ever.



Extra deduction for making me feel bad...fucker.
And I think he copped my lighter.






What this tattoo says about the wearer:

I am not Courtney's biological father.





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2 comments:

  1. Was Mike "down with the swirl"? His kid has the markings, or is that war paint?

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  2. Yow! That kid looks straight outta the pages of Fangoria magazine.

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