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current / archive / pictures / guestbook / email / profile 2003-02-06 11:31 p.m. In our most recent road trip, the handsome Jack and myself discussed many-a facetious topic. In a heated consultation pertaining to phat tats, Jack inquired the most distressing tattoo I�ve ever witnessed anyone get. Boy, oh boy: My junior year of high school, our yearbook and newspaper staffs voyaged to Austin for a 3-day journalism convention termed ILPC. One jackass filled every pause in a conversation with a description of how during the few hours of unchaperoned heathen play, he was going to get �so fucked up [we�d] all think [he] was trippin� balls.� The asshole finally did get drunk; however, something went horribly awry. The pansy passed out. Therefore, our natural response was, �let�s get him tatted up!� Upon entering the shady destination and removing our unconscious party�s shirt, I asked the artist to cover the jerk�s back with �ILPC �99!� From there, we all passed around the needle and signed our names. Funny shit. He was pissed. |