Friday
Who's the Mack?
I am not sure about this tattoo...it looks like a rubber-armed Home Alone era Mac Culkin (he is Mac now...don't call him Macaulay, or he will rip open your fucking esophagus with his teeth)
..sitting on an invisible lap, wearing pink fuzzy slippers, and little boy PJs.
But is that a skeleton-armed Christina Ricci behind him? Angelica Huston?
Michael Jackson?
Jesus, I think it is supposed to be Michael Jackson. I guess the one saving grace of this tattoo
is that Michael Jackson does look like a white lady, now.
I am not a fan of 'kitschy" tattoos. Especially not cute ones. Especially not ironic, dated ones.
Extra deduction for the feeble attempt at funny & cute. Grow a pair, pal.
This tattoo sucks, because at the end of the day, regardless of how cool
we are supposed to think the wearer must be, it is still a tattoo of Michael Jackson,
and Mac Culkin.
What this tattoo says about the wearer:
I try to sound "hip" by constantly stating that Bleach was a better record than Nevermind.
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Inexplicable,
wtf?