My Grandad was a Dough Boy in the trenches of WW1. He passed away back in the 80’s ... but one of the things I will always remember of him were his ghastly arm tattoos. I think the story was that he and his buddies got pished up during some down-time, and hit a seedy tattoo parlour in Fwance... I think I remember one that was a mermaid. They probably weren’t done all that well to begin with. Grampa was very fond of long sleeved shirts, as I recall.
I wonder if a bad tattoo is more bad assed than a good one?
Maybe Raging Abe Simpson had war time tats similar
to Grampa’s? Maybe they’d look
better with the skin stretched out...?
I wonder what that tat with Donald and Hillary will look like in 50 years!!!!
I am the only man in my family without tats and given my deplorable tastes... that’s prolly a good thing.