Coworker 1: I wanna get a tattoo. Probably a collage on my back.
Coworker 3: Hey, do you have any tattoos?
Contractor: No, I can't commit to anything enough to get it put on my body.
Coworker 1: I'm gonna get one on my face.
Coworker 3: [laughs] On your face, eh? What are you going to get?
Tara: Another face?
Coworker 1: A big star like that guy from Kiss.
Coworker 3: Paul Stanley? Okay, if you get that, I'll get a cat nose and whiskers on my face.
Contractor: I don't know if I can spend time with you guys if you're going to be such a bad influence on me.
Tara: What's so bad about a cat nose and whiskers?
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
On tattoos, parte the seconde
Posted by Tara at 1:11 PM
Labels: coworker 1, coworker 2, Paul Stanley, tattoos
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