I am the grit in the gears, the missing bolt, I am the poker of sticks into spokes.
I like to know how things work, but sometimes when I take them apart and rebuild them, I have a few pieces left over.
I am a man, so I tend to leave reading the instructions until after it goes wrong.
And like all men I have a comprehensive mental map of the world and never need to ask directions.
I never get lost, only sometimes I'm late, or end up in the wrong place entirely.
It's what we do.
Saturday, 23 February 2013
Tatting of the Toos
The Red Dirt Girl sometimes tells me she'd like a tattoo, but she's not quite sure what, or where.
Might I suggest.....?
Mmmmmmm...Nice!
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On the otherhand, if you got drunk one night, my naked body would really trip you out - talk about head spinning ...xxx
DeleteIts called Ink Body Art here in NZ as well as tattoos, and is very common indeed.
ReplyDeleteI just look at that and think owwwww!....and then they have to be re-inked every so often as well....
Don't wince too hard, gz - she's been painted, not inked. It's still a beautiful concept.
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Oh! Dear! Well, I guess it would save of one's clothing expenditure!
ReplyDeleteI have purchased a bumper bag of brightly coloured magic markers, in preparation for a marathon inking session.
ReplyDeleteI especially like the 'Day-Glo' ones.
You'd better hide them really well .... or you might wake up with a Dali-esque moustache in Day-Glo green !!!
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