Monday, May 02, 2005

The arms remain tatooed. Apparently baby oil is needed to do the whole removal job.

I'm at work, down in another office. I introduce myself to Joe, who's just this side of sixty I'd say. I push up my sleeve to scratch an itch on my arm and I catch him looking at my forearm. He looks away. Fast. He SO thought these were real. All five of them. Heh.

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