When I was in college, a buddy of mine and I used to get pretty drunk and eventually, one of us would say, "Let's drive into San Jose and get tattoos!"
This was back in the day when everyone didn't have a tattoo, and when there weren't places to get inked on every corner in most towns, including Santa Cruz where we were.
Then, we'd realize we were both drunk, and therefore in no shape to drive. And what's more, we were in no shape to choose a tattoo - my buddy insisted he wanted a groundhog peeking out of his ass, and seeing his shadow. I wanted what was then a rare icon from my childhood cartoons, a "Marvin the Martian" - something that I'm very glad I passed on.
Somehow, I think the person who got THIS tattoo below is going to feel similarly regretful in not so long...
Regret Hero: "
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