The most unattractive thing ever is acnecks, I know most can’t help it, but it is still the most disgusting sight. I’d rather see a retard jerk off into a cup, smother his juice all over his face and shave over his pimples slowly until there is a sweet mixture of semen and pus than look at someone’s ugly acneck.
@18 Holyfuckinashit–you really think ‘Alive ’til I’m Dead’ is akin to Carpe Diem!? I fear you really do believe it means ‘Seize the Carp!’ The former is obviously inane. ‘Alive’ should have been replaced with ‘Stupid.’ And don’t forget that other rousing cry; “Sleepy ’til I Nap!”
And ‘Till’ is a verb pertaining to farming–preparing soil or a noun–cashier draw. The tattoo should say ’til.
Dammit people, I’m a very busy person and have little time for this shit! Carry on.
^this so true! because now no one has any clue at all about what Spotty McNeck is trying to convey to anyone standing closely behind him when he’s shirtless…(cough)
English language is very special and amazing and perfect and sacred and we must fight hard to preserve its integrity for posterity and stuff.
there shall be no neck so insignificant, nor spotty, that we will fail to hunt down the bad spelling that is tattooed poorly upon it, and frown hard with self-righteous pursed lips at its insolent wrongness.
why do you think tattoo artists become tattoo artists, sydni? because they were the winner of the 1986 spelling bee competition? i see your point but you’re giving them way too much credit for having some measure of intelligence.
besides which, they don’t give a shit
I dunno, SLG, I’ve seen some really amazing artists. I’ve also seen some get sued and have the business shut down, BECAUSE they got sued too many times. I actually just got my first tattoo, and I turned down any possible artists with tattoos like these. Improper spelling, poor drawings, etc. So I mean they SHOULD give a shit, or they’ll go out of business. But stupid people always give scratchers business.
from what i’ve seen of commercial litigation, the liability exposures related to tattoo parlours are fairly minimal. if the parlours you speak of got sued into the ground, as you suggest, i’d imagine that it was either due to very, very poor tattoos, or by managing the customer dissatisfaction incredibly badly. if they were insured for these exposures (which you’d be silly not to do), their insurer would step in and take over the case, so straight away, lawyers. most large settlements require a permanent injury and/or significant impairment/disfigurement, and you’d be an idiot not to settle a minor case with some “go away” money. but hey…people are stubborn, they get all caught up with “what’s right” rather than seeing the commercial reality of their situation.
so in reality, as with many other businesses, the general MO seems to be to run the business like you don’t give a shit, and expect your insurers and lawyers to pick up the pieces once shit has gotten all fucked up.
i’d say so, but proving negligence in the case of the transmission of a communicable disease can be difficult to prove in the absence of evidence suggesting that proper cleaning procedures were not adhered to. if proper cleaning procedures weren’t adhered to (AND they’re such fucking idiots that they make it possible for someone to prove this!), they deserve to go down, frankly!
to clarify, i’m speaking in an aussie context. there is still some requirement of onus of proof falling on the plaintiff here (though it seems to be diminishing and proportionate liability provisions have muddied the waters). over in sepoland it’s amazing what you can get up.
gosh! i meant, the matter to which i was referring…but you just twisted it around on me, didn’t you? your cleverness is an inspiration to all, have no doubt.
actually i’m going to operate using my usual “i do whatever the fuck i want, all the time” method. if you think yourself up to the task of stopping me, you are welcome to try. it’s my winning strategy and i don’t intend to depart from it.
i can tell you mind, so i’m not gonna ask. but i didn’t really give a fuck, so it would have been a meaningless courtesy anyway.
are you fucking kidding?
no wait. i don’t think you even know how to kid.
i don’t really know what to do with twats like you who are so fucking serious about this.
stop telling me how much you suck. i get it.
and please don’t try and tell me what to do, your opinion underwhelms me. hell, you underwhelm me.
well i’m truly glad it brought a ray of sunshine to your otherwise bleak existence! it’s nice to help people!
paracetamol, msanne? what’s that for? a headache brought on by alcohol-related dehydration, i suspect? i refer you to earlier comments…i believe the same comments that got under your skin so much, it seems, where i expressed the view that there’s nothing you can do about the dehydration. ahh…feels good to be right.
thats an interesting….diet/lifestyle/path to death you got going there…
by comparison sunday morning for me is more like “get up really early, have a protein shake…feeling fucking great…i’ll go to the park and do a run and run up some stairs…fuck yeah”. did 6000 stairs just this morning in record time for me msanne. makes ya feel alive! high five me, msanne!! yeah woohoo! you should totally come along!!
oh that’s right…you couldn’t keep up.
my face does go a bit red when i do stairs msanne!! have you been peeking? and i sweat like a mofo, man!! you should see it!! sometimes i even puke, but i love it when i do because it means i’m at the edge of what i can possibly do.. its getting harder and harder to get there these days, msanne!! i’ve even seen a couple of people have heart-attacks on these stairs i’m talking about dude! woooooot! oh and the hill i often do? it’s not called suicide hill for no reason, msanne! you never know you could get lucky!!
grumpy…no not really, although if i do get mad about something, a heavy cardio session is a great place to put that sort of energy anyways! charrrge!!
actually, you sorta remind me of this chick i saw yesterday. she was wearing tights and had a massive cameltoe going on. her gunt was on display and she didn’t seem to be aware that her flappy self was quite ouchy to behold. she just strutted around, doing her thing, totally unaware, msanne!
i’m sure you can see the comparison. you’re a clever girl!
beefcake msanne!!! BEEEEFCAKE!!!
i totally am msanne!! another big sesh planned for this morning, right after this!! woooooooo!!!! reckon i might do a big one today, i seem to be flying on the wings of msanne’s butthurt!
hey msanne…you might wanna…you know…pull the fabric outta that cameltoe dude. i’m sure those juices of yours’ll dissolve that fabric in no time.
and then where will you be, msanne? in a situation where you’re wearing crotchless tights!
haha…i bet you do read ‘em msanne. but wotevs mate, wotevs!
tell me, msanne, what exercise have you got planned for today. you know they say you should get an hour every day, right? you do that, right?
you forgot to call me a dickhead msanne. next comment hey!