Butt tattoo number three would come from a special place in my heart. When I was a baby, up until now, my family and many of my friends call me Lamb because I loved lambs when I was a baby and that was all anyone ever gave me. This tattoo would be a lamb, with cool shades on and a red hat, with a blue tint to it’s wool. Around the top and bottom it would write, “MY PRESIDENT IS BLACK, MY LAMBO IS BLUE” and the lamb would be saying “It’s Lit!” meaning that it’s cool, it’s turnt. You can imagine my level of excitement at this point.
We go back to California Tattoos and see David again, who now has become a good friend of ours along with the professional piercing person there, Carl. I tell David what I would like this time and he laughs and gets to work. I lay on my stomach for about an hour and a half as this man who resembles a viking “tats me up”. When he is finally finished, I hop up, thanking God I did not fart in this man’s face, and run to the mirror to check out my new ink. I was so stoked.
By the end of this story, I can pretty much tell what you’re thinking. “Insane.” “Crazy.” “You made a mistake, bud.” The way I look at it, regardless of how old I’ll live to be, I will have a great tale to tell. Many people that have seen the tattoos think they are some of the coolest things ever. People have taken pictures with my tattoos, especially the phone, pretending to use it. I think they’re absolutely awesome. It’s a great conversation starter. Plus, you would never know that these tattoos even existed unless I showed you. That, my friend, is the beauty of tattoo placement.
Mom- if you’re reading this, I love you and I am expecting a phone call from you shortly after you read this.
Written By: Lauren Ford
