So a friend of mine, Mez Love, owns a Tattoo shop in the North Beach section of San Francisco. Her stuff is sick sick sick. Well a conversation went down a strange road when she asked her FB friends to write her directly for scheduling tattoos. I described a back piece thusly.
"I want a back piece of the Founding Fathers, dressed lke the Village People (Ben Franklin has to be the fireman), done Alex Ross-style fighting off an alien invasion while eating Pop Rocks and soda. Oh, and Ben Franklin needs to be in the process of throwing a printing press at the alien ship. "
Zach Zombi "ooo ooo and goerge washington has to be the police man but he stole the firemans axe to chop down that alien like a tree"
"John Adams MUST be dressed like the Sailor, for obvious reasons, and in the process of giving another Alien an uppercut in the pills. Thomas Jefferson should be dressed like the Native American, shooting laser beams from his eyes while striking an awesome pose as he plays a power ballad on his awesome Fender Stratocaster. Of course, the Construction Worker could only be that strictest of Constructionists, author of the Constitution, James Madison. I need him to be swinging a Mjolnir-sized hammer through the skull of an alien, all while singing the Battle Hymn of the Republic."
to whihc Mez responds: "Blondie, I'm half tempted to draw this up."
My brain goes to strange places sometimes.
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