BADASSERDENNFUCK.

So Leeron calls, like she usually does, in the middle of the night, to tell me a story:

"So I was at the tattoo shop, and us and a few of the artists were standing around and talking about people who get stupid tattoos. And one of the artists was acting like a customer, coming in, saying:

[Must be read with a thick country accent]
I WANNA GET A TATTOO. . .
ALRIGHT, START OFF, I WANT A BIG GLORIOUS EAGLE, BIG AS SHIT.
AND BEHIND THAT, WAVING, THE AMERICAN FLAG.
AND UNDER THAT, WERE GONNA HAVE DALE EARNHARDT, because he's me hero. . .
RACING DOWN THE HIGHWAY. Ooh, dont forget a number 3 with a halo next to the flag, ANYWAY, HE'S GONNA BE HOLDING A SIX PACK.
AND IN TEH DISTANCE, THERES GOTTA BE THE TWIN TOWERS. NEVER FORGET. NEVER FORGET. THESE COLORS DONT RUN.
AND I'M THINKING A SNAKE, MAKING A MAKESHIFT STAGE FOR A ROCK STAR WEARING A BANDANA, AND HES GONNA BE SHREDDING IT UP, ON MY ARM.
AND ALL THIS, WE'RE JUST GONNA FLAME IT ALL OUT.
FLAME IT ALL OUT! ALL THE EMPTY SPACE. aLL THE REST OF MY ARM, JUST REAL AWESOME FLAMES.
AND IT'S GONNA BE BADASSERDENNFUCK."

That says it all. Fin.