Post Coitus Rock
I have a new, grownup, job. I don't know much about it--I get to kind of make it up as I go--but it should be interesting and rewarding. Man, you go from being a jobless, sonofabitch grad student who drinks coffee and doodles in a notebook all day to wearing a tie and having the money for all the tattoos you want in a day. It doesn't cover up existential crisis, but it's nice to know that rent's covered. I'll tell you more as I learn more.
posted by Joseph Mains at
12:21 PM
8 Comments:
way to go joe.
gangsta. make sure you use that tattoo money. alot.
<3
Oh don't worry. I already have my right arm and chest booked up.
oh, um..dont forget ..food..kids need food, tattoos are cool but..empty bellies suck..
matt...don't get all fatherly just cause you are expecting. come on, let the boy get his ink on.
oh no no..by all means..ink it up...neck to ankle... i was just being an aSs...
yes, the boy needs to get his ink on.
drill away...
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