Teach Them Well And Let Them Lead The Way

Saw another member of the Tribal Arm Band Tattoo Tribe this weekend.

Call me a romantic, but nothing, not even the most beautiful bride in the most beautiful wedding dress can ever come as close to being as attractive as a woman in a maternity cocktail waitress dress. I am certain ‘elastic’ is Latin for sexy fabric.

Tribal Arm Band Tattoo Squaw

I’m not trying to give out any sex tips or say my way is better than yours, but every now and then I duct tape a sofa cushion to my girlfriend’s abdomen, have her put on one and we play 8-and-a-half-month-pregnant-cocktail-waitress/gropey-drunk.

Does that kid even have a chance? I’ve run a couple thousand computer simulations on that kid’s life and the best case scenario: behind bars for life at age 18. The only other way it see’s 21 is in a hospice or a wheelchair. That kid has no chance.

You think those people even realize their actions led to those consequences? Or do they just chalk it up to fate and bad luck that they are slinging Bud Lights when their water breaks? I mean, if she could make the connection between her actions now and the outcomes in the future she wouldn’t take her breaks outside so she can smoke a cigarette right?

Maybe I’m just an idealist. An idealist who is cataloging his shit for a year.

And you probably aren’t going to believe or even comprehend this, it’s the god’s honest truth though: While she did have a tattoo of a tribal arm band on her arm, and a cigarette in her hand, she didn’t have a wedding band on her finger.

Amazing.

This Tribal Arm Band Tattoo Tribe continues to amaze and more importantly, entertain me.

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