Because it made me LOL. Several times.

I know a few people I would probably do this to….

Urspo asked what the worst tattoo I had ever seen was.

With websites like Ugliest Tattoos, LOLTATZ, and Hanzi Smatter showing all sorts of horrors, that is not a hard question to answer. Because of that, I will limit the scope of the question and say the worst one I’ve ever seen, in person.

Here it is:

Seriously.

When the Queen Bee and I originally saw the picture, we were hoping that was permanent marker. And then his mother brought him into the studio. Definitely not marker. But definitely permanent.

I still have no idea what it is, or what it was supposed to be. Even after hearing the explanation.

All I do know is that this is what happens when an 17-year-old wants a tattoo and a friend “knows somebody who has a tattoo gun”.

And by the way people, it’s a “tattoo machine”; not a “tattoo gun”!

Update:
I received this from the mother of the… victim.

OMG, Erik – that is the funniest thing EVER! – absolutely no apology required! just to set the story straight, he is 18 and it was his “graduation gift” from a friend that “used to work at a tattoo place”. and the design the way he explains it is it is supposed to depict someone in fear, that has not slept for days because they are afraid of Freddy coming to get them. “it’s a slasher thing”. he was supposed to get it “fixed” a couple of weeks ago, but the guy never showed up??? i still tell him he is an idiot, and you may feel free to quote me!

I got pierced last night. Twice.

They’re kind of hiding in my goatee.

It was a most unusual sensation to be sure. It didn’t hurt. It felt like someone was pulling a hair out slowly. Which possibly could have happened since we had to go through my goatee.

This is the first thing I’ve had pierced in at least 10 years. I no longer have any of those piercings. I was never a big fan of piercings. But I have been thinking about this particular piercing for at least 4 years. I always liked how the piercing looked on David Draiman (the lead singer of Distubed).

I don’t know how well I can pull of a similar look, but I do like the talons.

So, tonight I did something for myself at the tattoo studio. I spent two hours doing this to myself:

Say hello to my little ducky… (click to see it on flickr)

Yes. I said to myself. I’m only a little crazy.

I still have to do the color work on myself as a duck, but I’ll have to wait until the kink in my back and my knee straitens out. I’m just not as bendy as I used to be.

I’ve not always had a thing for rubber duckys, but for the last few years I’ve started to collect them for some odd reason, and clients have brought them to me thinking I collect them. So the ducky seemed appropriate. He’s on the same leg as my DNA helix, so I’m sure eventually I’ll have a sock incorporating the two and other “relics” of my childhood that I will feel the need to tattoo upon myself.

I was tattooing on a 17-year old client. (Yes, 17.) She had a band-aid on her arm. She asks her mother to take it off of her, which she does, with a yank. The girl says “Oww!” The mother says “You’re getting a tattoo, and that hurt?”

I giggled.

Pain is both relative, and caused by relatives.