The girl who takes my credit card at my hair place has a hamburger tattoo. I noticed it last month as she reached for my card and I was like, “Is that a hamburger tattoo!?”
“Yeah,” she answered. “It’s for my dog.”
“It’s for your dog?”
“Yeah, his name’s Cheeseburger.”
Correction: The girl who takes my credit card at my hair place has a cheeseburger tattoo:
Maybe I should get a Cowboy tattoo? I still have to talk to my tattoo artist, but I’m thinking about this:
Thoughts?
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