My brother in law just had a tattoo on his back. Although I don’t know exactly what type of felid was that (looks like a black panther or a cougar to me) but it sure is scary in its own right.

Now I always considered of having a tattoo myself. Ever since getting my ear pierced in my freshman year in college I always thought of going under the needle and get myself a tattoo. I don’t know; maybe it’s because of my perception that it gives you a little bit of a machismo boost, especially if your skin is whiter than average enough to make an impression that you’re gay, and since when you were still little most of your uncles thought you were a little bit soft, and you’ve been a victim of bullying in school (most notably in fourth year high school when you’re supposed to be an officer in CAT but then most of your COCCs terrify you when you barked “Siyasat!” at them and they barked back at you at the same voice level and you can’t even give them a hell week for that because you only have power over them up until 5pm) because they thought you were just a little too soft too and there is one time you go to school with semen under your chin (you don’t remember if it’s yours, but it’s highly unlikely…that it was yours) and your schoolmates were like, “Shit Marvin, what’s all over your chin?” and you’re like, “Um, uh, it’s, um, glaze…yeah, I had a donut this morning.” So tattoo could give me that supposed boost. Tattoo can make me look a little bit more manly. Or so I thought.

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