Yup, that's my sweet ass tat. I got it about two weeks ago when I was in Washington D.C. on business. In case you can't tell from the picture, it's located on my left bicep. I figure, when you've got guns like these, you might was well decorate them.
It was a great surprise for Heather. She had no idea this was coming and did not influence me in anyway. That said, now that it's here, she really digs it. I kept it a quiet until I got back from my trip. Then, that night she saw it and exclaimed, "oh, thank God it's fake!". Little did she know it is the real deal.
It took about an hour to get it done and didn't really hurt as much as they say. It felt more like someone was drawing on you with a pen.
You can breathe now, Mom.
No comments:
Post a Comment