A report on the way in from way out from Master Giancarlo DiTrapano:

Ah ha ha ha ha.  You have GOT to be kidding me.  After smoking a joint with my coffee this morning, I began to cruise around Facebook (I feel like less of a loser when I Facebook stoned).  That’s when I came across this absolute JEWEL of a tattoo.  Just look at it.  Behold it….

First, I thought it was a joke.  Not only is it the title (altered slightly) of a David Eggers book, but it is the title of his absolute worst one.  Now, Eggers has written a cool thing or two, I will admit.  And he helps all the kids learn to write with irony and stuff at those 666 places. I even once read a nice paragraph that Eggers wrote. The thing is, just never two in a row.  I think that’s his style though.  Modulation sells.  Wait, back to the tattoo: Is this tattoo supposed to be funny? I’m going to go out on a limb here and recommend that we all think to ourselves that it is.  For if the reality is that it is not supposed to be funny, then the sad marring of this heavenly sculpted back is certain to overtake me on this first real beautiful day of spring in New York City.

To be fair, here are my tattoos.  Laugh away.

So who else has the lit tattoo or whatnot? Let’s have a hear at it?

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