Tuesday, May 22, 2007
The Swirl
There comes a time when every man faces a choice in life. Seek out his spiritual essence. Question existence. Search for higher truth.
Or just tattoo a ginormous swirl on your arm.
I know the tat is fairly ‘baggy, but I sort of like The Swirl. No 10 degree hat tilt, relatively benign sunglasses, no ‘bag hand gesture. He seems like he’s kind of got a sense of humor.
And then I spotted it. The low hanging shorts/underwear thing, fairly stenchuous with uberbagosity. And if those last two terms aren’t real words, they should be.
