God Damned Tattooed Kids Make Me Nuts
The problem with young people today is that they all have tattoos.
When I was a boy the only people with tattoos were convicts, sailors and circus freaks. And that made sense – it was a warning to keep your distance if you knew what was good for you.
My friends didn’t have “body art”, they had good old fashioned moles and hare lips and freckles and the occasional bruise from where their dads had cuffed ‘em one for talking out of turn.
None of this horseshit barbed wire, spider web and Japanese calligraphy nonsense. It’s a damned atrocity is what it is. They look like a bunch of acid smoking, pot sniffing peacocks – strutting around in their inky finery and scaring decent old folks half way to Hell and back.
And don’t they know you can’t rub ‘em off when you sober up in your thirties and realize that having a naked woman tattooed on your neck isn’t as “awesome” as it was when you were 17? Jesus Christ, when did people start letting teenagers think for themselves? I wasn’t even allowed to use a permanent marker until I was 37.
It’s foolhardy and dangerous I tell you and something needs to be done about it. Because, if this continues it won’t be long before we have a President of the United States with a dragon tattooed across his chest, love and hate written on his knuckles and tear drop inked under his eye. And that’s just wrong.
It’s a god damned outrage is what it is and these crazy kids have no idea the of the havoc they are wreaking.
Tattoos. That’s what’s wrong with young people today.