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.



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

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