Forgive My Singing Tonight, Folks. I’m a Little Horse
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Looking at this tattoo is kind of like hearing a punch line without having heard the joke that preceded it. “No, no, I said ‘horse PIANIST.’” Or “He doesn’t know that one, but maybe if you hum a few bars?” Or “So then the rabbi says, ‘There’s no such thing as kosher foie gras. Hey, what happened to my bunion cream?’”

Parking Fail
Basketball Is Rough
Dammit Penguins
brew: he had a heart attack, look at his expression… i think he died in agony knowing that he’ll go to hell for beastiality (from penguin point of view).
I’m Fairly Certain She Can See Our Souls
Anon Spotted This Hawttie
It is her mask I see warning me of terrible futures and shepherding lost souls…
This creepy moment has been brought to you by Joe Hawtness and thanks to cool golf stuff
Yeah, I Had A Day Like That
CM: Two words, honey: DECAF.
That’s only one word… Thanks to Beer HelpsTank Riding
Submitted by: dunno source via Picture is Unrelated Submissions thanks to computer troubleshooting
Little Bo Peep, The Dark Years

A Fine Example of the Genre
Submitted by: deviantart via Submission Page photo thanks to Come learn with us
This piece was done by Roget Peekytoe of Elko, Nevada, the world’s foremost tattoo artist specializing in both pet portraits and transgendered werewolves doing the Robot.
He has a waiting list of 30 to 45 minutes, during which time he’s not actually working on other clients, but rather watching old episodes of ThunderCats that he has on Betamax while having a bowl of Easy Mac. They say that patience is its own reward, but I think that the above picture suggests otherwise.








