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Wait, what? It’s almost Thursday and I haven’t posted a picture of a mind-explodingly awesome tattoo by Marc at Swastika Freakshop yet? Dawww geez, the boss is gonna have my legs broke for this one.
(That’s Nadine sporting those fancy wings, by the way.)
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When reached for comment, Zack Morris stood up from the thick leather chair in his study, walked over to the bar, poured himself a glass of Mendis, donned his silk burgundy robe, sat back down, took a sip of the brandy, summoned his hairless cat, Sir Otis von Trippenwind III, petted him gently on the head, shooed him away, picked the phone back up, and, after a deep breath, quietly forced out a throaty “… good,” and hung up promptly.
(Tattoo by Greg Davenport at Jester’s Court Tattoos in Pittsburgh, Pennsylvania.)
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I apologize in advance for posting such graphic and disturbing content this early in the morning, but this is an issue — a threat — that, if allowed to continue unabated, could have consequences most dire. (Remember that time the dolphins grew thumbs and then used them to plant poisonous snakes in bunches of delicious bananas, all over the world, just because they could, just to screw with us? It’ll be like that, yet somehow worse.) Untold thousands of miniature humans like the one pictured above are literally appearing every day, latching onto defenseless adults for sustenance and warmth and resources and such. What’s their agenda? Why won’t they speak? And why do these adults play along so willingly — is it a spell, or simply blackmail? I feel I’ve said too much as it is.
… Or it could be that this baby is twigboy‘s son, and that, in his words:
This was the first day my son Scott figured out he could grab onto my ear and use it as a handle. Now he just grabs my ear and falls backwards — seems he knows that as long as he holds on, he won’t fall.
I’ll admit, that is slightly cuter than the demon-baby apocalypse scenario.
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When this picture fell from heaven — or maybe it was Mars? — all that was attached to it was a note reading, “Done by my roommate with a soldering iron.” What does it all mean? Ah, the universe is a mysterious place sometimes.
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… and then give Daniel a pretty sweet makeover. (Actually, did that, in addition to taking the photo.)
(Chest tattoos by Jill at Urge 2 in Edmonton, Alberta.)
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