So you decided to have the drapes match the carpet. I'm happy for you.
But then you decide to go to Sherman Oaks to get a tattoo.
Seriously...Sherman Oaks?? Who the fuck purposely goes to Sherman Oaks to get a tattoo? Who the fuck purposely goes to Sherman Oaks for ANYTHING?
Jesus woman, snap out of it! There's a fantastic studio in Beverly Hills just minutes from that place you are selling that would have been more than happy to stifle their award-winning artistic skills to put whatever stupid, thoughtless tattoo catalog clip art you want on your rapidly expanding hips - and all without the annoyance of paparazzi everywhere. In fact, they probably would have really enjoyed beating the shit out of a few camera bugs.
But then again, perhaps this was all just a "crazy-like-a-fox" moment where you secretly have some master plan to win the hearts and minds of a slightly tougher crowd than what one would normally expect at one of your concerts. I dont know.
I also don't care, either. Your popularity and notoriety in the press is annoying, your music sucks and you have the worst taste in friends. I honestly don't give two shits about your new found lunacy. I just needed an excuse to post this artwork from my favorite artist.
Image courtesy: Gallery of the Absurd